#ranks are coming along nicely though :')

[beloveds-embrace]

Please accept this brain worm for the fae!au. You brilliant queen you! What if one of the fae courtiers decided to begin giving gifts to their queen? Maybe it's jewelry, maybe it's exotic mounts for far away. Invitations to private garden parties or evening rides by the beach. I WANT THOSE BOYS JEALOUS!

I love jealous men ough 😩😩 || masterlist

It began subtly, at first.

A bracelet, left on your writing desk, its chain woven from moon-silver and set with a single, gleaming gemstone that pulsed like a captured star. There was a simple note; for the loveliest of queens, and no indication of its sender, but when you had worn it the next evening, a ripple of murmurs spread through the court like wildfire, for it did not bear the insignia of royalty nor of your husbands, and thus it could not be from them.

John’s gaze had flicked to your wrist, his expression dark. Johnny had stared for a long moment before forcing a bright grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Kyle merely hummed as he sipped his wine, though you did not miss the way his fingers tapped idly against the table’s surface. Simon said nothing- but later that night, you had felt his gaze lingering on the bracelet, his fingers curling slightly as if resisting the urge to remove it himself.

Then came the invitations.

A Lord, a high-ranking noble known for his wealth and charm, was the first to act openly. An invitation to his private garden soiree arrived, wrapped in deep indigo silk and sealed with golden wax. The Queen Mother, who had joined you for an afternoon tea, had raised a brow when you presented it to her, but she did not object.

“Go,” she had murmured, lips curling in faint amusement. “Let them see what you inspire. Do not disappoint me."

And so you had gone. The garden had been a marvel- twisting vines that shimmered under the moonlight, flowers that sang when touched, fountains bubbling with water that reflected glimpses of possible futures and the twinkling stars themselves. The Lord had guided you through it all with easy conversation, his eyes sharp, assessing, and it was not that hard for you to assume who had gifted you that bracelet from before.

Your husbands had not been pleased.

Johnny had arrived at your chambers that night, leaning against the doorway with arms crossed, warmth tempered by something cooler, something sharper. “Nice party?” he asked, voice light- too light. Claws dug into his clothes, almost ripping the fabrics.

You had only smiled, inclining your head; even now, you did not understand them. It felt like they could not stand you with others, yet did nothing to truly push them away. Did nothing to truly have you as theirs wife. “It was pleasant.”

He had frowned at that, grumbling. “Aye, I’m sure it was.”

Kyle was less subtle. Days later, when a noblewoman presented you with an obsidian-winged mare from the distant eastern courts- a beast rare and revered- he had appeared at the stables before you even had the chance to take your first ride.

“You think you’ll be safe, riding something like that?” he had asked, watching the creature with wary eyes.

You had smoothed a hand down the mare’s neck, feeling the power coiled beneath her gleaming hide. “... Would you like to accompany me?”

Something in Kyle’s jaw had tightened.

“I think,” he said, stepping closer, voice a low rumble, eyes dark as a storm. “that it’s a dangerous thing when courtiers start getting ideas.”

Still, the gifts kept coming. More jewelry, rare perfumes that smelled of starlit forests and distant seas, invitations for private evening rides along the beach under the silver glow of the twin moons. You accepted them all with the grace expected of a queen, but you did not miss the way John’s fingers tightened around his goblet during court dinners, nor the way Johnny’s laughter came a beat too late when you spoke of these offerings.

Simon was perhaps the most unnerving, in your opinion. He said nothing when you donned the sapphire choker gifted by a particularly bold noble, but you could feel the tension radiating from him as he stood behind you at court, the ever-present shadow at your back. One night, as you prepared for bed, you had caught the faintest touch against your throat- the whisper of his fingers against the gemstone before he withdrew, his eyes unreadable as he turned and left without a word. Too late did you realize that the choker was no longer around your neck.

John, however, was the one who finally snapped.

The court had been gathered for an evening of music and storytelling when the first Lord- whose gifts, unbeknownst to you, were no longer reaching you though they kept coming- approached, offering his arm as he invited you for a dance. You had hesitated- briefly- but before you could answer, a presence loomed behind you, warm and unwavering.

“My queen,” John murmured, his voice smooth yet sharp, his hand settling on your waist. “If you wish to dance, it should be with your husband.”

His hand extended toward you, palm open, waiting. The Lord had smiled- polite, knowing, unhappy- and stepped back with a murmured farewell.

As you placed your hand in John’s, the court watched. And your husbands?

Well.

They would make sure the rest of the court remembered exactly who you belonged to.

(Come tomorrow, you'd return to your room and realize all the gifts have been tucked away in black boxes set aside, and all of it replaced with gifts from your husbands).

[cetoddle-archive]

i remember fighting tooth and nail to get kaito to rank 30 at all i’ve managed to get ena to rank 35 without even noticing

[mv1simp]

High For This ♥️

Max Verstappen x Driver!Reader

you don’t know what’s in store, but you know what you’re here for (trust me girl, you’ll wanna be high for this)

You’re celebrating your P2 out at a London club, hoping the shots you’re taking drown out the annoyance at having lost to your rival, Max Verstappen, yet again. But there’s something a little extra in the tequila tonight that has you set afire for the Dutch Lion. He’s all too happy to put the pretty Ferrari princess in her place - right underneath him.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dark!max, sub! Reader, aphrodisiac use, breeding kink, mention of babytrapping, dubcon, size kink, WC 3.7k

The music in the nightclub is head pounding, the loud bass sending vibrations along the dancefloor and up your petite frame. It’s hard to keep track of where your friends have gone amongst all the flashing neon lights and you have to use all your energy to focus on keeping them in sight.

You hadn’t expected to go this crazy tonight, truly. It was meant to be a relaxed night out at dinner with a few friends to celebrate your P2 today in Silverstone. An outstanding result for Ferrari’s first female driver, and anyone else would be celebrating grandly for ending up on the podium as a rookie instead of having a lowkey night! But the victory was bittersweet for you as P1 had been stolen by an….aggressive driver who’d almost slammed you into the walls when you tried to go overtake him. Max Verstappen, Redbull’s golden boy, wasn’t going to give up his status as reigning champion for anyone - even if she was the latest media sensation as the new, pretty Ferrari driver.

It was so unfair, you thought, how Max always seemed to respectfully drive wheel to wheel with your teammate, Charles. You got that they’d driven together for years but didn’t you deserve to be treated with some goddamn respect too? You’d earned your seat, after all, having leaped through endless hoops and battles to get your position and ranking consistently each race! But even though both the Ferrari drivers could make Max sweat, he only seemed to care about his childhood rival, Charles.

Meanwhile, anytime you’d try to sweetly smile at him in the post race debrief and congratulate him, he would ignore you completely at best - or look like he wanted to cut off the conversation at worst. He was probably just a sore loser who couldn’t handle feeling threatened by a girl, you thought sourly a couple races ago when he yet again ignored you, acting as if you didn’t exist but animatedly laughing with your teammate.

So you’d pushed down any feelings of awe or admiration you’d once had growing up for the Dutch Lion and traded them in to throw shady insults and catty comments in the post race interviews. They definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the media, who had a field day with the normally perfect Ferrari princess finally giving them something to gossip about - her star crossed rivalry with the reigning Redbull champion who’s started to turn his stormy gaze on you with the recent change in your attitude. If he was going to just ignore you either way, you thought smugly after your post-race interview today, you might as well have some fun with it.

Tonight you were dragged out by your friends to at least enjoy a nice dinner after P2 - even though you’d been upset about missing out on P1 again. But dinner had turned into cocktails, and then into hopping around a few bars, and finally you’d ended up in a popular booming nightclub, littered with socialites and many of the F1 paddock personalities - even your fellow Ferrari driver. Charles had come upto congratulate you when you arrived, even though you could tell from the clench of his jaw he hadn’t been happy with a rookie outperforming him today. See, you thought brattily. If even your teammate could put his ego aside why did the Redbull champion have to act so up himself?

Your friends distracted you from your tension by handing you a shot. Feeling quite sober, you’d easily slammed it back, and then were handed another. You swear you hadn’t had anymore than that, knowing you were in a very large, popular club with phones trained on you as a pretty F1 driver.

Yet you found yourself feeling heady in the lights and sweat of the neon club, head thumping to the rhythm of the bass as you twirled your body to the beat. Your friends had thought you were finally letting loose and had excitedly gone to get more drinks, and deposited you at Charles’s side while they went to the bar. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a handsome, tall figure at your teammate’s side, intently listening as his muscled forearm nursed a beer. Max.

You can’t resist the scowl on your face as you recognise him. When both drivers immediately turn to you, you realise that you’d accidentally said his name out loud. Oops. Just ignore me. Like you usually do.

Charles glances between you two, somewhat amused, as Max’s eyes narrow at the overly sweet tone that don’t blunt your bratty words. Before your teammate could intervene, his phone rings, with his girlfriend Alex’s photo popping onto the screen. Making you promise to wait here for your friends, Charles takes off into the crowd to find his girl.

You sighed deeply as you watched him go, leaning your head against your palm as you leaned against the counter. Your body felt so heavy suddenly, as if you couldn’t support it anymore. Strange, you really hadn’t thought you’d drunk that much…

Max chuckles lowly next to you. Maybe the precious Ferrari princess just can’t handle her alcohol. You did only have two drinks, after all.

You try to snap your head towards him and glare, but your movements feel sluggish. What, are stalking me now, Verstappen?

For some reason you’re feeling hotter now, almost by the second, fanning yourself despite the cute matching miniskirt and cropped long sleeve set you were wearing. The very picture of the pretty princess you’d been nicknamed, of course, your lush figure and caramel skin highlighted by the revealing and tight outfit. Max is watching you intently, tilting his head to the side. With a start you realize he’s never focused that icy blue gaze directly into your brown doe eyes before - not that you’d noticed, at least. It makes you feel even hotter, pink flush spreading across your chubby cheeks as you dazedly look up at the much taller and broader Dutchman.

Then he’s asking if you want to go somewhere quieter, cool down. You faintly remember promising Charles you’d stay at the bar for your friends but in the moment you take to hesitate, Max has taken your small hand in his and lead you through the crowd. His warm skin against yours makes you feel even hotter, a fire now spreading through your body. You’ve never felt like this before, stumbling in your strappy heels but his strong, vein arm is immediately around your waist and pulling you into him.

Max, you say breathily, letting your head fall against his broad chest as he easily guided you into a secluded hallway. His heartbeat against your ear sounds sounds so much calmer and slower than your rapidly beating one. You feel so desperate for something, but you don’t know what. You close your eyes for a second because your eyelids feel so heavy, and then you’re being lowered onto a sofa, the amazing relief of an aircon blowing across your tanned skin.

You can’t help but moan at the sensation, pretty nipples hardening in the chill and your back arching to bring yourself closer to the cool air as your head lies back. When you’re finally able to open your eyes, you see Max sitting next to you, his icy blue eyes still fixed on your cute blushing face, on your thick, glossy lips that were now parted and breathing heavily. You’re in some sort of private VIP booth, you realise slowly, the door firmly closed behind Max, with the neon red lighting and thumping bass making it clear the club was on the other side.

You feel like you’re forgetting something but it takes all your energy to focus on what it is. Oh! That’s right - I need to tell my frie-friends where I went, you say, feeling out of breath, looking down for your phone but seeing it’s nowhere in sight. Max takes a slow swig of his beer, his gaze also wandering down your body, taking in the way your generous curves were on display in the slutty outfit you’d worn instead of your race suit for once. Already told them, he says casually. They already left to the next club, said they’d meet you there once you’d…settled down a bit.

Oh. You blink, still flushed, your throat feeling parched. Can-can I have some water then, Max?

He smirks. You’re so much cuter when you’re all shy like this. Go on then, get your water.

He gestures behind him, where a pitcher of cool water sits - but with the wall on one side of you and a table directly in front, you have no choice but to go over Max who’s blocking you in. Normally, you would’ve just stood up, or even told him to fuck off and get you the water. But you feel so heavy, so clouded, that it just feels right to just crawl over Max’s legs, to reach past him and grab the jug with a hand…

You’re gulping down the refreshing water, feeling temporary relief to the dryness in your throat. When you finally put the jug down you find that you’re firmly in Max’s lap, your plush thighs straddling his hips and his large hands gripping onto your soft waist. You can’t quite remember just how you ended up like this, so you whine a little and wiggle your hips to try you slide off him. But his grip tightens, angling you forward so that you can feel something very large and hard pressed up against your skirt. He’s eyeing your tits hungrily, your nipples so painfully hard now that the edge of them are peeking out over the top of your neckline. Max licks his smirking lips. Feeling a little hot, Princess? He coos. Do your pretty little tits hurt? Want me to make them feel better?

You quickly shake your head, your pride still standing strong, not sure what he’s talking about when he says he can take away the pain -

But then he’s moving your small body easily against his hard on, his powerful hands controlling your hips. You whine then because oh, this is what he meant, it feels so good, Maxie. Your tiny palms latch onto his muscled shoulders as sparks shoot up your cunny from the delicious friction of his jeans pressing into your soaked panties. You’ve never felt this sensitive before, felt so responsive to someone’s touch…but of course Max would be able to do this. He was just so good at everything. He was the driver you’d always had a childhood crush on - that apparently hadn’t faded away as you bury your whining mouth into his thick, muscular neck, suckling and biting weakly. He chuckles, his large ands greedily roaming across your barely clothed back, sending shivers everytime his skin touched yours. It’s so hot, Maxie, I feel like I’m burning-

When he sweetly whispers that he could take your clothes off, just the outer layer of course, he’d let you keep your bra and panties on. You’re nodding obediently, even the act of moving your heavy head feels too much and grateful he’s here to help you take your miniskirt and crop top off and toss them to the side.

If you were a bit more alert you might realize that you’re now in your rival’s lap, jumping and grinding on his jeans in your cute white lace lingerie. But instead all you can focus on is how good grinding against his impressive hard on feels, mmh, oh my god, even your vibrator couldn’t make you so wet-

Max laughs in your ear. He teasingly asks if your fans know about your little toy, wasn’t that too naughty for their perfect princess to use? He didn’t believe it…unless you told him exactly what you fantasized about when using it, hmm?

The heady feeling from the drinks, from the tension, from Max’s addictive touch sending sparks all over your body as he squeezes your plump ass, has you spilling secrets you never thought you would. About how you’d always think of a certain blonde Dutchman when using your tiny bullet vibrator, biting your lip and imagining how much more exciting the post race interview would be if you two had some other physical way of proving who deserved to win….

You can barely keep track of what’s happening next because the pleasure you’re feeling is already so overwhelming. You can only think about how good you feel, of how Max is huskily whispering that he knows, Princess, what you always wanted because he’d heard you through your hotel walls moaning his name.

You’re so caught up in it all you’re not sure how you ended up panting into Max’s mouth, his tongue shoved deep past your lips as he languidly explores your mouth to his liking. And dazedly you realize your hands are gripping onto his bare shoulders as he’s shirtless now, your soft chest all flushed up against his hard pecs. At least you were wearing your underwear, so it wasn’t that bad-

You finally notice that your lacey bra is actually nowhere in sight, and your bare, juicy tits are now bouncing up against him with each grind. And at some point your cute panties have been ripped in half, hanging on by shreds as Max’s teasing fingers are now toying with your dripping slit from behind.

You squeal, completely startled at the new position, embarrassed that you’re so wet, you hadn’t even known you could do that - so Max lifts you up to throw his jeans to the side because you were making such a mess, Princess. Your mouth eagerly finds his, the deep passionate kiss providing some mind numbing relief to the burning desire you feel. Filthy sounds fill the air - from your kissing, you think dreamily. But you’re so wet you hadn’t even noticed his thick fingers slipping inside until he was buried deep, pumping them in and out of your tight cunny easily.

Within seconds he has you cumming, spraying slick everywhere and making Max smack your ass aggressively as punishment for making such a mess all over his lap. You tear up at his mocking tone, your wide doe eyes pleading for his mercy. He tells you there’s only one way you can make it upto him, a wicked smile on his face as he rubs your pouting thick lips.

That’s how you end up with his cock shoved down your throat, choking and drooling on it as he moans and praises you. Sitting on your generous ass in between his spread thighs, your tiny palms rapidly jerk off his base while you worship his cockhead. You don’t think you’ve ever enjoyed sucking a cock as much as this in your entire life, your pussy continuously gushing and leaving slick all over the dirty club floor. You blush prettily when he tangles his hands through your dark curls, thrusting his hips to fuck your eager mouth.

Things are getting hazier and hazier and your eyes can’t keep themselves open, so overwhelmed from all the sensations and dirty sounds that sounds straight of a porn video filling the air. When you blink them open them again, you’re lying on your back on the sofa, looking up at the dim red lights dazedly. And then you feel the delicious mind numbing pleasure in between your legs, and look down to see Max grunting as he thrusts something thick and veiny in between your spread thighs, sweat dripping down his abs.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that it’s his cock, all thick and angry looking, that he’s bullying into your pussy - making you take him completely raw. Somewhere in the back of your mind you feel like something’s wrong, like maybe he’s forgetting something. But it feels so good that you’re squirting again all over him, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut while he praises you for being such a good, obedient little girl…why weren’t you like this all the time, hmm?

Your mixed juices have ruined the sofa beyond any hopes of repair. Max will have to leave a cheque behind for the clubowner, he thinks wickedly. But that’s for later. For now, he only cares about your twitching, sensitive body underneath him that he’s meanly abusing to pleasure his cock. Your tiny cunny is stretched impossibly wide, so much that it should hurt but instead it feels so addictive, making you pant ah, ah! even in your semi lucid state.

Max grins devilishly as his gaze shifts from your glazed eyes to watch the messy sight of himself sliding in and out of you. He looks even hotter to you in the red neon lighting, all sculpted jawline and his muscled, broad figure highlighted above your much smaller body. He’s gripping you by the hips to move you up and down his length, watching your drooling pussy cover his aching cock in your sticky sweet cum, a creamy white ring forming around his base.

It feels so fuckin’ good you whine, your head lost in cloud 9 of sinful pleasure. You’re confused because you know you’ve already cum twice, and normally would feel so overstimulated by now. But the desire and raw lust is just getting stronger and stronger. It’s all cause you’ve been ignoring how attractive you’ve always found the blonde currently having his way with you, your blissed out brain convinces. So when Max presses down, and you can feel his warm chest up against your bouncing tits, and you wrap your arms around his thick neck and desperately beg him for more.

He smirks, pleased with your obedience, and doesn’t hesitate to ask you to use your words, Princess, making you spell out how you wanted him to fuck you harder, please, you felt like you were going to die if you didn’t cum-

Max makes sure to give you exactly what you so sweetly asked, your cute face flushed and breathless as you gazed adoringly up at him with hearts in your eyes. Your throat becomes raw from how much you scream his name without any regard for who might hear as you reach your high, squirting on his cock, for the third time that night. Your fucked our body finally passes out and you’re sinking into a blissful sleep, finally satisfied. But you don’t know that you’re still split open with him deep inside you as he selfishly chases his own high. His large palms greedily roam all over your pliable body on display under him, biting your soft skin to mark his territory.

The next time you open your brown doe eyes, you’re in an unfamiliar dark room, sprawled across a comfortable white bed. An alarm clock tells you it’s well into the next morning, and you’re sure your manager is furious with the morning debrief you missed hours ago. You’re confused again, not sure how you ended up here, and then your mind catches up to feel a warm and large body pressed into you from behind. Their strong arms are caged around you, so strong that you can’t move, their toned chest rising with every breath they take in deep sleep.

You let out a panicked gasp, the earlier desperation between your thighs now gone intense and replaced with fear at the unknown location, at the unknown man who’s behind you-

Shhhh, prinses, a deep, familiar Dutch voice sleepily murmurs in your ear. It’s just me, hmm?

You immediately relax, a pretty blush spreading across your face as it turns out you’d gone home with the handsome Redbull champion. He hums, the low sound vibrating across your neck and making somehow making desire bloom in your gut despite how thoroughly you’d been fucked last night.

You find yourself teasingly pressing your juicy ass behind you, grinding on his impressive morning wood. He growls, still half asleep himself, but when you brattily grind harder he rewards you with his wandering large hands. You eagerly moan as he squeezes your luscious tits and rolls your pretty dusky nipples in between his fingers, letting out a squeal when he occasionally pinches them.

Soon enough the air is filled with the raunchy sounds of your cunny being used as Max’s hands slide down your hickey covered hips and he sinks a finger into your wet heat. You’re so impossibly wet, and you can’t tell what’s yours and what’s his. Did y-you cum last night Maxie? You ask breathlessly. You’re getting deja vú, as hazy memories of last night surface. You used a condom, right?

He stop your anxious questions by sliding his tongue back into your pouting mouth, darkly promising you that he’d tried to put on the condom, really, but you’d begged and begged him to cum inside, remember? You kept asking to be filled up until it dripped down your legs cause there was so much of it.

You flush furiously at his words, embarrassed of your earlier slutty actions and obediently buried your teary face into the pillow when he pressed down on your head. You let him replace his fingers with his raging erection instead, grunting with each thrust that rocks your petite form underneath him. The silk pillowcase is quickly ruined with your tears and drooling tongue as he presses a heavy palm in between your shoulder blades and practically fucks you into the mattress.

And when Max finally tenses above you, panting into your ear and gripping your ass as he presses his weight down on you from behind, your pussy twitches and spasms as he floods your walls again with his gooey, thick cum. It tastes so good so good, too you think when he sinks his fingers into your folds and makes you lick them clean.

Safe to say, the Dutch Lion had ruined the precious Ferrari Princess for good and left her craving his thick creampies. The sight of you diligently taking your pill every morning as he watched you from his bed, early Monaco sunshine filling it as your scandalous affair continued well after the season, regularly filled Max with annoyance.

But the dark look on his face always disappears by the time you’re crawling back into his strong arms and nuzzling your face into his neck.

Maybe one of these days he’d have to replace your little pills with some of his own again to keep you off the grid and in his bed…permanently. You’d look so pretty knocked up with a Verstappen brat, after all.

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A/N: I can never resist an enemies with sexual tension with max he’s just so coded for that. Thank you all for the amazing requests I am buzzing with ideas, lmk what you think of this!! 🫶

[lxkeee]

MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE

PART TWO

pairing: Lucifer x fem! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: fanfiction

notes: lmaoo sorry it took awhileee I'm actually a very busy college student while simultaneously having so much brainrot for this man so... Be patient omfg, I just posted part one a two days ago 😭 also, don't mind the warnings too much as it doesn't specifically for this specific chapter but it can be future parts of the story. So yes, hand holding before marriage will happen between Lucifer and [y/n]

warnings: none except hand holding before marriage lmao.

PART ONE | PART THREE

The princess of hell along with her girlfriend was just settling in the guest room heaven provided for them temporarily as they had an important meeting with them.

Charlie and Vaggie stopped talking as their was a knock on their door, “Who do you think is it?” Charlie asked and Vaggie shrugged and Charlie decided to open the door.

There stood a rather tall female angel with three pairs of wings and a golden halo on her head, the short white dress accompanied by gold compliments the woman's figure beautifully.

Safe to say both Charlie and Vaggie were mesmerized, the woman before them was drop dead gorgeous. Though, Vaggie was still cautious, despite a former angel, she doesn't know who this woman is as some seraphim angels tend to not show themselves to the lower ranking aside from Sera.

“Are you Princess Charlotte? The daughter of Lucifer?” the woman asked with her [e/c] eyes sparkling in excitement, the woman quickly placed her hands over her mouth in embarrassment, “Oh! Sorry for the intrusion, I forgot to introduce myself,” she says with a small smile before giving the two girls a curt bow, “My name is [y/n], a seraphim. It's a pleasure to meet you two.”

Charlie gave her a big grin, giving the woman a curt bow. The princess of hell decided to trust her as she couldn't sense any bad intentions from the older woman and to her, the name [y/n] sounded awfully familiar, she just forgot where she had heard it before. “It is so nice to meet you, I am Charlotte but you can call me Charlie.” Charlie said and [y/n] just grinned as Vaggie decided to just watch the two, still cautious. The older woman's eyes landed on Vaggie and she gave her a grin, “And who might you be?” she asked her and Vaggie just glared at her before avoiding her gaze, “Vaggie.”

[Y/n] just grins, her eyes analyzing the gray haired woman before letting out a small hum before shifting her gaze to the princess. [Y/n]'s heart ached a little to see how much the girl looked exactly like her father. [Y/n] misses him, she wished she did something that could have prevented his fall. Regrets always comes last. She took a deep breath then once more wore a bright smile on her face. Charlie noticed the shift of her mood but decided not to question it.

“So Charlie, I came here as I was curious what your plan for hell is about.” [y/n] says softly, she wasn't there during the meeting Lucifer requested for hell and this time, she promised to be there for his daughter instead. Charlie's eyes sparkled excitedly, excited that an angel aside from that bitch ass Adam would finally listen to her. “Really?!” The princess asked excitedly and [y/n] can only let out a soft chuckle, “Of course, why don't we take a walk while you tell me about it? Your friend can join us too.”

Charlie calmed down and gave the older woman a smile, “Vaggie here is actually my girlfriend.” she says, expecting the older woman to judge her but she was surprised when [Y/n] just ruffled her hair. “My apologies, I didn't know.”

The younger girls were surprised, that an angel didn't show any disgust to their relationship and she even looked like she approved.

“Now then, how about that walk?”

“And that's what I'm planning, I wished for my people to find redemption and join heaven.” Charlie explained softly, taking a bite of her strawberry cheesecake. Both [y/n] and Charlie sat in a rather peaceful cafe in heaven, angelic sigils circling around them as [y/n] casted them for their privacy. [Y/n] can only smile as she listens to the younger girl who rambles about her plans for her people, [y/n] can't help but remember how similar Charlie is to her father, oh heavens... She missed him so much.

Vaggie didn't join them unfortunately, she said that she wanted to rest a little bit in the guest room.

[y/n] gracefully placed down the cup of coffee she was sipping and gently wiping her lips with a napkin, “That is truly admirable Charlie, to see you have so much hope for your people really reminds me of your father. I really hope it will come to life.” the compliment was almost enough for Charlie to burst into tears, to hear someone praise her plans and believe in it, it felt like a mother praising her.

Though, she was able to stop her tears as she realizes something. Reminds me of your father. [Y/n] and her dad knew each other.

Then Charlie remembers, the stories her dad told her about heaven and the stories he told her about his closest angel friend—the only one who believed in him. She remembers thinking that she felt her dad loved that angel in one way or another, with how fondly he spoke of her—with so much adoration.

“I remember now, you were my father's best friend!” Charlie gasped, a hand over her mouth and [y/n] can only chuckle, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Were? I still think of him as my best friend.” She chuckles softly, “Though, I don't blame him if he doesn't think the same way as I wasn't able to help him back then.” she continues sadly and Charlie had to wave her arms around to stop her, “Nonono, my father doesn't think like that. You're still his best friend.” Charlie reassured the older woman.

“Really now? How is he these days? I haven't heard from him after so many eons.” [y/n] asked softly with a slight chuckle and Charlie can only sigh with a small smile on her face, “Well... He's still how he usually is. Kind, trying his best for me, and lately he had an obsession with making rubber ducks.” she says with a small giggle making the older woman chuckle, “Thay sounds like him, though surprised that he still loved ducks. He used to ramble to me about random duck facts when he was still here. He was such a dork, I truly missed him.” [y/n] says with a chuckle, a longing look in her eyes.

Charlie was able to put two and two together, her father and this woman loved each other and she can only assume they didn't confess in the fear of ruining their friendship. Charlie loves her parents but a part of her is hoping in a different universe, her father and [y/n] are happy together.

Charlie decided not to mention it to the woman and just continued hanging out with the older woman. “I am sure he misses you too.”

“The meeting will start in a few hours and Charlie?” [y/n] says softly before summoning a wax sealed white envelope out of thin air, gold sparkling from where the envelope is as it slowly falls into her hands. Charlie looked at her in curiosity, “Can I ask you a favor?” [y/n] asked her hesitantly and Charlie just nodded, “Of course!”

“Can I ask you a favor of delivering this letter to Lucifer?” She asked and gently extended her hand towards the younger girl in which the girl accepted the letter and placed it in her chest pocket. “Of course! My father would be delighted to hear from you.”

“Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate it dearly.” [y/n] smiled softly as she stood up from her seat, extending her hand to help the hell princess up from her seat. “Now, let me walk you back to your room so you can get ready for your meeting.”

Now the princess of hell wishes the other angels were just as understanding as [y/n]. Even though the meeting didn't go as planned, she felt reassured as both Emily and [y/n] were there in the court room.

“What are we even talkin' about? Some crack-whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot, like the cocks in his mouth. This discussion is senseless and petty.” Lute sneers with an annoyed glare, putting on her mask. Though, Charlie can feel her patience thinning, her eyes glaring at the angels.

The other angels looking down on the scene happening below, [y/n] looking worried for her while glaring at Adam and Lute. “There's no question to be posed, he's unholy, case closed. Did you forget that 'Hell is forever'?” Adam and Lute sang mockingly and [y/n] could feel her anger starting to boil. She always hated Adam, that egoistical prick, she looked up at Sera as if asking her to stop this nonsense.

“A man only lives once, we'll see you in one month. Gotta say, I can't wait to—” Adam sang and [y/n] noticed Sera getting worried, “Adam.” Sera says sternly but it seems the man was too busy to hear her, “Come down and exterminate you!”

At that moment, loud ringing was only what [y/n] heard as she was shocked to hear him say that. Exterminate...? Don't tell me...? [Y/n] asked herself before glaring at Sera, the other angels were also shocked by the reveal.

“Wait!” Emily exclaimed, shocked by the reveal and Adam just noticed his slip up, “Shit.”

“What are you saying? Let me get this straight, you go down there and kill those poor souls?” Emily asked, horrified as she slowly flies down towards Charlie, holding her hand, “You didn't know?” Charlie asked and Emily shook her head. “Whoops!” Adam says, not a care in the world, “Guess the cat's out of the bag.” Lute says with a smirk, “What's the big deal?” Adam asked with a condescending smirk and [y/n] wished she could go down there and punch him.

“Sera, tell me that you didn't know...” both Emily and [y/n] asked simultaneously, though, Sera was just looking at Emily. [Y/n] was pissed at this whole revelation, human souls are killed in heaven by the hands that are supposed to be pure holiness. To think about blood staining those hands, fills her with disgust.

The whole courtroom was a mess, [y/n] doesn't remember what exactly happened. The reveal that Vaggie was an angel didn't surprise her, she can sense the girl's angelic blood but the reveal that Sera was the one who ordered for the extermination to happen, filled her with rage.

“Charlie! Don't lose hope! We will find a way to help you!” Emily says as we watched Vaggie and Charlie be sucked by a portal back to hell, “Don't give up! We'll find a way!” [y/n] added, making sure the two girls heard. Sera glared at her and [y/n] glared back.

That's what Charlie last saw, Emily looking worried and disappointed but what worried her was Sera and [y/n] started arguing, angelic powers starting to spark between them and that was the last thing she saw as she returned back in hell. Thankfully, the letter was safe in her pocket.

[kaijutegu]

Ranking the Reptiles of Vintage Men's Magazines

Men's pulp magazines have some of the wildest paintings for their cover art, and some of those feature lizards. Let's rank them!

We are NOT ranking these on accuracy or believability, we are ranking these on how much fun I, your good friend kaijutegu, find them to look at. These were never trying to be accurate. They were trying to sell magazines. Also I'm not allowed to critique human anatomy or we will be here all day.

This man is beset by wantons who ruined a nation! These dragons he's crawling with took him for a one-way ride, and now he has to pistol whip them until they stop biting his leg. I love how these lizards have more than a hint of rhino iguana to them, as well as the Crystal Palace megalosaurus. A tier.

This man looks shocked to discover that sex can be fun. I know, I don't believe it either. The snakes are interesting- I really love the lurid green fangs and tongue on the guy in front, but I would like to see more. B tier, I'm just not all that into it but I am intrigued.

NOW we're talking, this cover has it ALL. Come to beautiful san antonio where our women are clearly wearing skin-colored shirts underneath their regular shirts so they can breast boobily without worrying about a nip slip and our turtles are pissed. S tier.

This cover gets points for the painterly style, but loses them for the rude-ass man. The sex queen of Sicily and the cannibal crocodile they couldn't kill were just having a nice dance, and along comes this man and... how did he make that shot actually? B+ tier.

See that crocodile in the foreground? My lizard makes the exact face when she's begging for sushi. A tier.

There's something so charming to me about the way GIVE ME BACK MY ARM is phrased and like, two of you are going to get what it's pinging in my head but bear with me. Back in the day (literally 20 years ago at this point, jfc), the USPS put out this "put yourself in my shoes" safety notice about controlling your dog, and the goons over at Something Awful got hold of it and decided to have some fun with it and one of the remixes they made, the thing that started a whole big ol' meme thread that got turned into a CG post, was this one:

Something about the GIVE ME BACK MY ARM reminded me of this. Anyways I loved that thread, A tier, thanks for the memories.

I know I said that these were never meant to be accurate, but look at this one, the guy CLEARLY was looking at a reference for this alligator! Don't know why he drew the glottis like that, though. A tier.

Oh this, this I love. Incomprehensible snakes taking their babies on a field trip? Adorable! A tier!

The tongue doesn't go in the glottis. D tier, I know I said they weren't trying for accuracy but come on.

These selfless lizards know that this man is unfit for married love and are trying to rescue that woman from an awful fate. She's going to wed that man, but she's making a huge mistake, and they know it and they're powerless to stop her- but they're gonna try, by god. This is Good Luck, Babe! but with lizards instead of Joan of Arc at the VMAs. It's fine, it's cool, S+ tier.

[sosa2imagines]

My queen!

Warnings- Fluff. Disclaimer- Here's the winner of my birthday treat poll.

The grand mahogany doors of Bucky’s office were closed, muffling the faint voices of his ongoing meeting. You leaned back in his chair, running your fingers over the polished wood of his desk.

Bucky's empire was always bustling with activity and the grand office was the heart of it all, a place that exuded power but was comforting at the same time. It had become your favourite spot in his empire, a place where you had found solace amongst the chaos.

You had come a long way since the day Bucky slipped a ring onto your finger. The man who could command armies and strike fear into the hearts of his enemies, made you feel like a queen. You had witnessed the world tremble at his feet, but when he looked at you, it was as if nothing else mattered.

Your confidence had grown in leaps and bounds since you had become his wife. You were no longer just Bucky's wife, you were the queen of his empire, standing by his side amidst the chaos.

The first time you bumped into him on the streets. It was as if fate had brought you two together, even though you had no idea who he truly was. You weren't even fazed by the imposing presence of his bodyguards, which was unusual. The second time you had come into contact with him was in a club, where you had boldly strolled into the middle of the meeting, not knowing that you had just interrupted something incredibly important.

Back then, something about you caught Bucky’s attention.

Despite discovering who Bucky truly was, you didn't show any signs of fear. In fact, you had even complimented his precious gun, demonstrating not only a lack of terror but also an air of confidence that was uncommon for women in his world.

From there, an unlikely friendship blossomed, eventually leading to a romantic relationship, and finally, to marriage. It wasn't an easy journey. Along the way, life had thrown countless challenges at you both. People assumed you were only with Bucky for his money and power, but in reality, you had no interest in any of it.

You were quietly flipping through a book on Bucky's desk when the office door suddenly swung open, breaking the peaceful silence. A man in a sharp suit, his face portraying a mix of arrogance and impatience, strode in without even bothering to knock.

His eyes landed on you, sitting in Bucky's chair, and his brows furrowed with disapproval. Without hesitation, he addressed you in a sharp tone, clearly annoyed. “What the hell are you doing here?” he barked, his voice laced with authority. “Get out of the boss's chair! Don't you know who I am?”

You looked up, meeting his gaze with a calm expression. Even if you didn't know who he was, his demeanour was clear enough. He was either a significant figure within Bucky's organization, or possibly a right-hand man or a high-ranking member. But one thing is for sure, he was clearly angry at you being in Bucky's chair, something he probably perceived as a mark of disrespect.

You spoke with a steady voice, holding your ground. “I don't know who you are,” you replied, “but talk nicely.”

Your calm demeanour contrasted with his impatience, and it was clear you wouldn't let him be disrespectful to you.

The man’s eyes narrowed. “A bold mouth for someone who’s clearly just here to warm his bed. Do you even understand what kind of business this is?” His words were dripping with disdain, and the condescending smirk on his face made your blood boil. Before you could respond, his tone turned vulgar. “Women like you should learn their place. What did he pay for you to…”

The atmosphere in the room grew ten times heavier when the office doors swung open once again. The man's words faded into silence, as Bucky stood there, his face a mask of cold fury. “Finish that sentence!” His voice, a low growl, sent shivers down your spine, though not out of fear.

His icy blue eyes locked onto the man, who now appeared as if he wanted to vanish into the floor, completely intimidated by Bucky's presence.

“Mr. Barnes…I” the man stammered, stepping back, his confidence completely shattered.

Bucky's voice dripped with a venomous tone. “She's my wife!” Bucky said, his words holding a deadly edge. “The queen of this empire. And you dare to insult her in my kingdom?”

The man's face turned pale, fear evident in his eyes. But Bucky didn't give him time to respond or apologize. In a split second, he crossed the room, slamming the man against the wall with such force that the paintings on the wall shook.

“Nobody,” Bucky hissed, his tone dangerously low, his voice dripping with anger. “Disrespects my wife and walks away unscathed.”

You leaned back in the chair, watching the scene unfold, a mix of satisfaction and concern welling up inside you. However, beneath it all, you still felt a sense of pride and admiration for Bucky.

In that moment, you saw a side of him that you both loved and respected, his fierce protectiveness over you.

The man fumbled over his words, trying to apologize, but it was far too late. Bucky's wrath was as swift as it was brutal. He delivered punch after punch until he had finally had enough. Turning to you, his expression softened immediately.

“Are you okay, doll?” he asked, his voice a complete contrast to the icy fury you'd heard moments before.

You smiled, standing up and walking over to him. “I was…” you replied. “But it's nice knowing I have my own personal avenger.”

Bucky chuckled, pulling you close and embracing you. “Always, doll. No one messes with my queen.”

You kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “Remind me to sit in your chair more often.”

He gave you a wicked grin, replying, “Oh, you're not leaving it anytime soon. It suits you.”

Later that day, Bucky came home with a proud grin, surprising you by telling you that you were the new owner of a posh restaurant. You looked at him in confusion, unaware that there was a restaurant owned under your name. Bucky smiled, explaining that the man who had insulted you earlier owned that restaurant and now it belonged to you.

Before you could protest or ask questions, Bucky quickly kissed you, effectively silencing you. You knew better than to challenge him now, so instead you just relaxed into the kiss, enjoying the moment.

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[feitanii-ll]

ᰔᩚ 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟, 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 ᰔᩚ

husband! katsuki x afab!reader

(implied advances/pursuing (not from katsuki), cursing, hella fluff, little ooc kats.)

★ — in which,, katsuki finds someone trying to pursue his wife in a grocery store.

katsuki has a lot of pride.

how could he not? being one of the top heros in Japan, bursting through the ranks at unimaginable speeds, accomplishing things that no one else in the world can even comprehend. he's got a house (a few of them), nice cars, neat clothes, ect— overall, an exceptional lifestyle. something that he deserves to be prideful about. things to be proud of. and though he appreciates it; the fame, the wealth, the prestige— nothing, and I mean nothing, trumps the pride he has for you. his wife.

it's all he feels in the moment, staring at you from across the isle of the grocery store, unbeknownst to you. his sweet little wife, going off on a stranger, an absolute weirdo, for not leaving you alone, he believes. for not accepting your rejection, maybe? he can only assume. hell, who cares anymore?

he had driven you both to the grocery store, wanting to do some quick shopping for the upcoming weekend. but your man was just so so tired from working all week, you insisted on going in alone so that he could relax, promising you'd just be a minute.

he took it upon himself to go looking inside the store for you when 45 minutes pass, leading him to now.

katsuki is grinning, almost maniacally as he watches you, arms crossed over his pride-swollen chest. the conversation is something along the lines of,

'I said no, didn't I? back the fuck up.' with your brows furrowed cutely, a disgusted sneer on your face.

when the loser persists, you get loud, almost wanting to make a scene. you cut him off with a, "nuh uh! I'm tryna' be nice, but you're pissing me off, now, sir"

katsuki's still watching, wanting to see how things plays out. he won't let the man get too close. won't let anything escalate further. he just wants to see you handle yourself, like he knows you can. you're his girl, after all.

and when the man doesn't let up, you take to slipping your phone out of your pocket, taking your eyes off the man for only a second to speed dial katsuki. he sees it all, watching as you press the phone to your ear, ready to summon him. he grins wider, biting back a smile when he feels his phone vibrate in his front, right pocket. you're still cursing the stranger out, now embarrassing him in front of the other shoppers as you wait for your husband to answer the phone.

"—don't know what you thought this was. my husband don't play that. he's crazy." you scoff, thoroughly pissed.

and that's the icing on the cake. it's what has him cackling, celebrating, almost to himself. he basically doubles over as his giggles hit him hard. he wasn't expecting those words to come out of your mouth, but God, were they music to his ears.

'thas' my fuckin' girl.' he sighs internally.

you did everything right.

he thinks it's about time he interferes. slipping a cllaosued hand into his front pocket, katsuki pulls out his vibrating phone, declining the call as he approaches you.

the confusion you feel when your husband doesn't answer is temporary. your expression goes from frustrated to surprised when his voice rings out just above you, swimming pleasantly through your ears.

"kats—" you look up, surprised as you meet his gaze, a wave of relief washing over you.

"don't worry, babe," he's still grinning, but the look he gives the man is one of familiarity. you might have to be the one to deescalate the problem now,

"your husband's riiiight here."

your once frustrated features shift at the sound of his voice. his form was so big and imposing behind you, and you knew you were safe.

"baby, I was just gonna grab one more thing for you before paying for the groceries—"

God, he thinks, you were shopping for him.

"don't worry 'bout it, ma." his voice is gruff as it sounds in your ears, rough in a way that it makes you almost plaint. and it's around this time that the stranger realizes just who he's talking to, not expecting dynamite to be in his vicinity.

"you did good. c'mon." he praises as he grabs your hand, leading you to the register and taking the basket from your hands, gingerly.

by the time you get back into your shared vehicle, katsuki is still smiling— like he's on the verge of laughing. it makes you smile, too, albeit, extremely confused.

you slip on your seat belt when you feel the car roar to life, rumbling softly in the background. when you look back uo, you're sighing, flopping back against the seat, exhausted. when you look to your man, he's still grinning. it makes you smile, albeit extremely confused.

"what??" you ask through a giggle, almost desperately, needing to know just what the hell was so damn funny.

he stays silent, simply smiling, and you emphasize again,

"whaat?"

"nothin!" he laughs, palms lifting off the wheel and by his ears in mock surrender, "can't fucking look at ya?"

"you're being weird, kat!" you swat his shoulder playfully, "what arenyou looking at me like that?"

"nothin', baby, nothin'." he's giddy, which is so so odd to you.

"is this about what happened just now." you lift your brows expectantly.

he pauses, and then speaks,

"just... 'm proud of my girl, is all." he shrugs, making a smug face. "told that man off, yeah? told him that your husband is crazy about you? makes me all...I dunno." he trails off, and you laugh.

"what else were you expecting?" you scoff out a laugh, shaking your head. "he was hitting on me, and—"

"baby, you don't gotta explain it to me. just.. know that I'm proud of you." he smiles, and it's so genuine. so pretty. so rare from your husband. your heart races at the praise.

"okay." you whisper, smiling shyly.

"okay." he confirms, looking down at you, still grinning.

he's definitely proud of himself. but not more than he is of you.

[gallusrostromegalus]

What kind of deck would Kenpachi use for duel monsters?

Zaraki is the kind of guy who will hunt down Bakura and (gently (for Zaraki )) shake him until he does whatever the trick was that he heard about was that would turn him into a card so he could fight Exodia on foot, like the gods intended.

As for other people, because it's funny to contemplate:

Ichigo: Bad at card games, collects his deck 100% based on how much he likes the card art, inexplicably manages to make something remarkably functional, even if he nearly times out a dozen times because I'm he's reading the text on every card he draws.

Rukia: Melffys.

Chad: also Melffys

Uryuu: Understands how to run a functional deck with pendulum summoning. Cannot explain it to anyone else.

Mizuiro: Has a deck because he and Mokuba are casual acquaintances and the economics of Kaibacorp fascinate him. Plays much more competently than he thinks he does.

Keigo: plays Digimon.

Orihime: Has actually known and been online friends with Tea Gardner for longer than she's known Ichigo, because the former Los Osaka High Schooler and Now Prima Ballerina is the OTHER S-ranked Fairy Deck Player in Duel Monsters Online.

---

Gotei-13:

Duel Monsters has migrated to Soul Society via Reverse London, but only some members of the Gotei-13 know of the game, let alone play with any competence.

Mayuri likes the card art and has casually attempted to re-create some of those monsters in the flesh because he was bored.

Hitsugaya thinks it's "so lame" but if you ask him why it's lame he has remarkably well-informed opinions about the game design that could only have come from getting WAAAAY too into it at one point.

Gin played duel monsters online briefly until Aizen took an interest, because the concept of matching wits with a total stranger who couldn't see him either intrigued him. Gin taught him the basics, (these are the three scores that matter, the rest is conditions creation, you'll love it-!) and released him into the forums. Tousen enjoyed a nice three-month vacation as Aizen got addicted to online play until he entered an unranked tournament and got wasted in two turns by someone with a bunch of twee little fairies in the first round. Threw an enormous temper tantrum about it and forbade anyone, especially Gin who made it to the semi-finals, from ever mentioning the game again

Byakuya, the universal expert on all things Ambassador Wakame, took an interest in the game because he recognized the Kaibacorp Logo on a card Rukia had. There is very little Wakame Ambassador Merch in soul society because it's actually a Living World IP, and Byakuya had noted that the company that owned all things Wakame Ambassador had been purchased by Kaibacorp. He asks Rukia, who tells him all about Duel Monsters, and that there is an entire Kaibaland Theme Park a few cities over from where she was deployed in the living world.

"...would it be possible to contact this Seto Kaibacorp?" Byakuya frowns into the middle distance.

A week later, Rukia unexpectedly opens a gate into Ichigo's Bedroom at 2AM.

"Not directly but anybody can write to his company and the message might get passed along- like how Rikichi sorts all the mail addresses to you that gets sent to the sixth." Rukia shrugs. "You'd need a return address in the living world for him to write back though."

-

"Gah!" She yelps.

"THIS IS WHY YOU CALL AND WAIT FOR PERMISSION TO COME OVER!" Ichigo, home from undergrad for the week, growls at her.

"Hi Miss Rukia!" Orihime waves from on top of Ichigo, not bothering to get dressed.

"Uh, um- congratulations?" Rukia mumbles, covering her face.

"What happened now?" Ichigo groaned, reaching for his pants.

"My bro- Captain Kuchiki requests your assistance in delivering a message to a human in the living world!" She stammers, thrusting the message in his general direction.

"Rukia I don't think this will go through the postal system..." Orihime mutters taking it from her instead of putting on clothes or moving from her position on top of Ichigo.

"What? I thought we put enough stamps on it-? Gah! Please put on a shirt!" Rukia yelps.

"Rukia you know what boobs are." Orihime mutters, studying the missive. "I'll just put this in a box and mail it to them in the morning, okay?"

"Yeah! Sure! Fine!" Rukia sputters, reopening the gate as fast as she can.

"REMEMBER TO CALL NEXT TIME!" Ichigo hollers after her.

-

The Brothers Kaiba stared at the message.

"I'd say it looks like someone tried to mail me from the Meji Era but I've had enough of time-travelling bourgeoisie for one lifetime." Seto grumbled.

"That's not what you were saying last night!" Atem teased from over the video call.

"I mean, if I'm doing the calculations right, and he really is offering to pay us in bullion, that's like... Ten times what the Wakame Ambassador IP is worth." Mokuba frowned at the figures laid out in neat but archaic handwriting on the medieval-looking scroll that arrived in a box, but covered with postage from six different countries inside.

"...when do you get back again?" Seto glared at Atem through the call.

"Not until June, my impatient lord of dragons." Atem smirked.

"...fuck it, let's meet this guy." Seto decided. "He can't be any weirder than everyone else I know."

-

Lord Byakuya Kuchiki was, in fact, on par with, if not actually over the median level of weirdness in Seto's circle of tolerated people.

He really did look and speak like he'd stepped out of a time machine from the late 1800's and was, indeed, completely up front and honest about purchasing the rights to Wakame Ambassador and any merchandise Kaibacorp had, with a chest full of gold bullion.

Unlike most of Seto's acquaintances-with-benefits, Lord Kuchiki was polite, addressed him with a proper level of respect, perfectly straightforward in his request and even explained that he knew he was over-paying, but he'd been on the wrong side of copyright law before, and at least some of this was overvaluing the property as insurance that someone wouldn't attempt to buy it out from under him.

"...Alright, we have a deal." Seto smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I have to ask though- why Wakame Ambassador, of all things?"

"Why the Blue Eyes White Dragon?" He gestured to the office's distinct decoration with a knowing smile. "There is no shame here- if anything, I admire the boldness with which you live your truth."

Seto squinted at him for a long moment, before slowly cracking a smile. "Alright- you tell me about Wakame Ambassador and I'll tell you about her."

-

"Unbelievable." Mokuba gaped.

"I didn't know it was possible." Muttered Rukia.

The two dark-haired, diminutive siblings of more famous older brothers regarded each other for a moment.

"Does. Does yours not talk either?" Mokuba asked, pointing into the office where Kaiba and Kuchiki had been excitedly discussing something non-stop for the better part of three hours.

"I'm lucky if I can get a dozen words out of him a week." Rukia gawked. "He. He doesn't smile like that either? What the hell??"

"Seto smiles, but it's usually a threat- I. I don't think I've ever seen him this chill before..." Mokuba marveled at the scene before them.

"Do we... Leave them to it?" Rukia muttered.

"We'll never get on any of the rides at this rate." Grumbled Karin, who had heard the words "roller coaster park" and elbowed Ichigo in the stomach to take the job of escorting the Kuchiki siblings to Kaibaland from him. "Yuzu?"

Yuzu, who had been drafted into the expedition because she could actually make sense of the high-speed rail system, closed the book she'd been reading with a sigh and stuck her head in the door.

"Mr. Kuchiki? I'm sorry to interrupt, but we left so early I didn't get to eat breakfast, and it's past lunchtime now..." She said, giving the highly manipulatable shinigami her best Precious Moments Figurine face.

"Huh?" Kaiba blinked, then look down at the clock on his desk. "...How is it one thirty?"

Kuchiki looked at something that might have been a cell phone or a large beetle. Seto had learned to stop asking those questions. "Good heavens, you must be starving! Is there a commissary or..?"

"No way, we've got a food expo going on at the Astrodome. They can have whatever they want, on me." Seto shook his head, getting up and waving for them to follow.

"What the FUCK?" Mokuba whispered.

"Oh wow!" Rukia gasped, eyes sparkling "-do you think there will be carrot cake?"

"-So tell me about this Agents Of Nori filler arc," Seto said with genuine fascination as the two men walked down the hall, leaving bewildered siblings in their wake.

-

Yugi frowned at the latest Duel Monsters expansion with concern for the better part of ten minutes before slowly looking up at Mokuba on the other side of the living room "...I feel like I missed something important."

"What?" Mokuba blinked, looking up from his CapMon spreadsheets. "Oh, yeah. Seto made a friend who got him into this bizarre old cartoon, so now there's a line of cards based on the IP. I think it's a birthday present because the guy got some author to write up a novelisation of the new Blue Eyes canon for his."

Yugi stared blankly at Mokuba.

"Seto."

"Yes."

"...Made a friend?"

"Yyyyyyep."

"...on his own? Organically?"

"Believe it or not, Seto does pay attention to your friendship speeches." Mokuba glared.

"...I'm. I'm glad? I just can't get my head around it. What did he DO?" Yugi glared.

"...It's not so much that Seto did anything so much as Mr. Kuchiki is a very similar type and degree of fucking weirdo Seto is, and due to your good influence, Seto didn't immediately panic about that and... They just kind of..." Mokuba pursed his lips, trying to think of a word, and instead interlaced his fingers. "-meshed. Like gears."

Yugi's stare went from blank befuddlement to Great fear "I cannot overstate how alarming the concept of Two Setos is. We did that once, and the universe almost ended."

"Nah, it's fine.- if anything, he's a good example." Mokuba waved. "Kuchiki has an even bigger and more proactive cadre of friends that follow him around and holler if he misbehaves, so he's a lot more domesticated than Seto is."

Yugi sat on the couch, trying to imagine a less feral Seto, and could feel himself getting a headache.

"Kuchiki also looks and acts like he stepped fresh out of the Heian-era imperial court scene." Mokuba added.

"THERE IT IS!" Yugi sighed with relief.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: Good Girl

Remember this post? I did it

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Description:

Bucky, Steve and Reader are in a relationship. Reader is a total badass during work hours, but during off hours, she belongs to Steve and Bucky.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, obvs. Use of Good Girl, Slut, Daddy. Name calling, Double penetration in one hole. Spanking. Uhhh I can't remember if that's everything. Porn with a tiniest bit of plot. Dom/Sub.

Words: 5,367

Completed One-Shot

Being in a happy relationship had never been on your immediate radar. Sure, it sounded nice, but it wasn't something you had been actively looking for. When you started working for the Avengers you were beyond happy, the perfect job, that came with living accommodations. And even better, it came with two boyfriends. Like you had previously thought, you weren't looking for a relationship, but things happened so smoothly with Steve and Bucky, they became your everything, the perfect men, so happy that you succeed in the workplace, and made sure you were so looked after behind closed doors. 

During work hours you were a badass, you had worked your way up in the ranks, and you were second in command of the Avengers. It always made you giggle thinking about it, you were in charge of your boys during the day, and during the night, they were in charge of you. 

The jet landed in the Avengers landing bay, you and Nat walked off, small smiles on your lips from your successful mission, though you were both exhausted, and the second you saw Bucky and Steve waiting for you you felt your mind start to crumble. You needed them, needed the safe space they brought when the three of you were alone. 

As soon as you started walking towards them, you mentally wobbled, sure you loved being a badass in the working field, but you loved being theirs, having them look after you. It was your weakness. They made you feel safe and content. 

"Come here, sweetheart" Steve says, taking the first step to hugging you. Bucky soon joins, wrapping his large arms around you both. You sighed happily, closing your eyes for a moment.  You took in a deep breath, taking in their scents, they felt warm, and smelt like home. Nothing felt more perfect than this, well, maybe completing a mission successfully. 

The three if you quickly made your way back to your shared apartment, Steve sat on the couch first, pulling you down onto his lap. Bucky joined sitting close by, his leg pressed against Steve's. 

"There you go" Steve whispers, his lips resting on the shell of your ear, his soft tone tickling your skin. You moved slightly, resting your head on it's side against Steve's shoulder, your eyes met Bucky's, his blue orbs piercing and soft as they look at you, he moves and strokes a few strands of hair away from your eyes, his fingers lingering on your temple. 

"We missed you honey" Bucky whispers. You smile, the mission you had just finished starting to feel all over your body. You were exhausted, your body ached and your mind felt strained. 

"Missed you" You mumble, you were struggling to keep your eyes open. You couldn't fall asleep, not yet, you were still in your mission gear, and you felt gross. Steve moved his hands to hold your back, one of his hands moved up and down your spine, you sighed, feeling relaxed. 

"Angel, it's not the same here without you" Steve whispers, your heart swells at his words, feeling special and loved. Steve and Bucky had been in a relationship before you came along, so sometimes you did feel like maybe you didn't fit in, but you did, and they made sure to tell you, and show you. 

"Do you know what it's like to not have you here by our side?" Bucky asks, his fingers were still woven through your hair, relaxing you further. 

"Having each other just not enough?" You ask, your voice quiet. You watch as Bucky's eyes flicker from your face and up to Steve's eyes. 

"No, it's never enough" Steve says first, he moves slightly to press a kiss to your head. 

"We want you, sweetheart. We're not whole without you" Bucky says, he moves his hand to your back, touching Steve's hands, they intertwin and hold you whilst holding each other. 

"Mmm my boys" You mumble. "Love you both, I need a shower, and then bed"

They both chuckle, and nod their heads at the same time. Steve held you a little tighter as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his neck. 

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather nap first?" Bucky asks, he stood up to join Steve, standing close to you both. 

"No, I smell like mission" You say, your voice sounding a little whiny. Steve's arms tightened around you. 

"Want some help in the shower then, sweetheart?" He asks. "I'm all for that" Bucky adds. 

"I want a clean shower" Not a dirty one!" You say. Steve fakes a gasp and moves one hand to swat your ass teasingly. 

"We don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart, we always behave"

You roll your eyes and snuggle a little closer to Steve, if that were possible. Steve carried you into your shower room, it might have been your favourite room in your shared apartments. It came with a large bath, perfect for soaking for hours watching junk on your laptop, and the shower was amazing, it was large enough for the three of you, plus extra, and with two super soldiers you needed the extra space in there. 

"Get the water goin', Buck" Steve says, Bucky nodded and moved to start the shower, soon the room filled with warm steam, you sighed happily, starting to feel calmer than before. Steve's hand ran up and down your spine, he presses a kiss to your forehead before helping you back to stand on your own two feet. You watched for a moment as the two men, your men, got the shower all ready, placing your favourite body lotions and hair care, a small smile played on your lips as you watched them move so fluidly together. 

"It's ready, doll" Bucky says, stepping closer to you, his metal hand moves to rest on your hip, squeezing you slightly. "Strip for us" 

Steve moves to stand behind you, his hand going to the other side of your hip. You shivered from their touches, the three of you started removing your clothes, leaving them in a mess pile of clothes on the floor. You stepped into the shower first, sighing heavily as the hot water hit your body, the steam cascaded down your body, dancing along your skin, for a moment you forgot about your sex god boyfriends stepping into the shower behind you. 

"So perfect" Bucky whispers, his fingers danced lightly on your hip, his lips ever so slightly touching the skin behind your ear as he placed the gentlest of kisses. A soft whimper leaves your lips, you heard both men chuckle, the sound traveling down your body. You were so tired, you wanted to want them as much as they clearly wanted you, but you were so exhausted. 

Both men took their time washing you, they knew you were tired, and you were their girl, they'd look after you. Steve pulls you to lean against his front, your back pressed against the firmness of his body, whilst Bucky lathered his hands up with lotion, covering your body. You closed your eyes, enjoying this moment of bliss, soft moans left your lips as you felt your muscles relax under their touches. 

Once done in the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and wandered to the bedroom, the simplest room in the apartment, the huge bed you had took up most of the space, there was a small corner where Bucky kept his books and a little beanbag, and Steve's lego builds were dotted around on various shelves. You shimmed on a nightgown and crawled into the bed, you curled up on the edge rather than in the middle, feeling too tired to think otherwise, you felt Bucky and Steve crawl into the bed after you, the light was switched off, and you were asleep before you even finished saying goodnight. 

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It must of been at least a few hours later, you had crawled into bed roughly around four in the afternoon. The light was still poking out from the blinds in your bedroom then, not that you noticed really, you had been so tired. You opened your eyes, the room was dark, but the hall light was on, illuminating the room slightly, just enough that you could see the movements from besides you. You moved a hand to rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to focus on what Steve and Bucky were doing, a soft smile crept onto your lips as you watched them. 

Bucky was lying on his back, making soft little sounds as Steve hovered over him, kissing his neck and collarbone. Steve's hands were on Bucky's hips, his fingers were digging into the flesh there, both were only in their tight boxers, you could just about see how hard they both were, their hips were moving as they grinded into one another. Bucky's fingers were tangled in Steve's hair, pulling softly on the longer threads and scratching at his scalp. 

You silently watched them, your teeth coming out to bite at your lower lip, you squeezed your thighs together, wanting so badly to feel friction between them, but you didn't want to disturb them. 

Steve continued to mark up Bucky's neck, his hand moved up to grip Bucky's chin, tilting Bucky's head so he had more space. Bucky let out little sighs and sounds of pleasure, his hands now trailing down to grip Steve's shoulders. 

"Fuck" You mutter, no longer able to keep quiet as you watched them. Both of them freeze for a moment and look over to you. Steve immediately grins, his eyes darkening a bit as his gaze locks onto yours. 

"Enjoying the show sweetheart?" Steve asks, as he smirks. You shiver at the tone he was using, during team time on the Avengers you were the boss of them, and they listened and submitted so perfectly, but in the bedroom, you were theirs. 

"Yes daddy" You whispers, your voice taking control before your brain even had a moment to. They both groan at the use of the title, their gazes darkening even more. 

"Is that so, angel? Care to join us, then?" Steve asks. 

"Please?" You whisper, shuffling a little closer to them, you sighed happily when you felt the warmth from the heat of their bodies against your skin. 

"That's it, come here doll" Bucky murmurs, they both move about, laying side by side, but leaving enough space for you to settle in between them. "Where you at, darling?"

You think about it for a moment, you wanted them so badly, your core ached for them, but you didn't want plain normal sex, you needed them on a deeper level. You snuggle closer to Bucky, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

"Wanna be your good girl, daddy" 

Steve ran his hand along your back, his touch comforting. Bucky moved slightly to kiss your forehead. 

"You are our good girl, sweetheart" Bucky whispers. "But, we need to know how you need us, do you want soft dom or hard dom tonight?" 

You whined, not enjoying this, you wished they could read your mind, know exactly what you wished for, but no amount of super soldier serum could do that. You don't think. 

"I want both" You say, your voice sounding pathetic and whiny. A soft groan leaves both their lips. 

"You want both, sweetheart?" Steve asks, his voice husky behind your ear. 

"I think that can be arranged" Bucky hums, his hand moved to your thigh as he slowly lifts your nightgown up, his fingers leaving a cold path in their wake. You shivered in anticipation, a soft whimper left your lips. 

"So needy baby" Steve whispers, his hands were on your body now, exploring. 

"But that's how we like you, right doll?" Bucky mutters, you move slightly to press your lips to his collarbone, licking and sucking the skin. 

"Yes daddy" You answer. Bucky groans, his head fell to the side giving you more space. 

"Oh you needy little thing" Steve mutters, his lips finding your neck, kissing and nipping. You ignored Steve's words with a small smirk on your lips, you loved it when they were soft with you, and you loved it when they were hard on you. However there was something special about Steve when he was pissed off, he turned into this sexual being that had one goal, to use you. Captain America was a sweet, caring man, but hard dom Steve was a dark, sexy man. And the idea of making Steve mean whilst being good for Bucky had you dripping in between your legs. 

Of course, both men knew exactly what you were doing, Steve let out a deep sound from his chest. "You're asking for trouble" He mutters, sinking his teeth into a sensitive spot on your shoulder, a bit harsher than needed. You giggled softly, licking a long strip up Bucky's neck. He groaned, his metal hand gripped your thigh a little tighter, you moved your leg to hook over his, giving you access to grind your groin against his, once more ignoring Steve's movements. 

"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart" Steve rasps against your skin. 

"Oh, am I?" You answer, you lips still against Bucky's neck as you speak. Steve moves his hand and swats your asscheek, the nightgown you were wearing had rising up and bunched around your waist, leaving you naked from the waist below. Steve slapped against the soft skin of your arse again. 

"Yes, you are. And you know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" Steve asks, his lips were now on the back of your neck. Before answering Steve you moved so you could kiss Bucky's lips, giving him a sweet, slow and loving kiss. 

"And what?"

Steve lets out a dark chuckle, his hand moves from your arse down to your naked cunt, his fingers harshly dipped between your folds, you were wet, dripping over his fingers now, you moaned loudly against Bucky's lips, feeling your legs shake ever so slightly, you grinded down, feeling Bucky's hard cock against your clit as Steve moves his fingers. 

"You're being naughty" Steve mutters. 

"Never naughty for my Bucky" You answer back, giggling softly, Bucky was softly panting, you had left a wet patch on his grey boxers. 

"You would never be naughty for me" Bucky says, his eyes locked onto yours, his pupils already blown wide, he looked beyond perfect, Steve must of been kissing and grinding on him for a while before you had woken up and joined them, he looked so deep in his head, you were impressed he was even able to speak normally. 

"I'll only be naughty for Stevie"

Steve groaned into your neck, his fingers moved deeper through your folds, you opened your legs further, giving him more space to work with, Bucky moved slightly and held your leg up, Steve's fingers moved up to your slit, he pressed down, circling a few times before pinching your clit between his finger and thumb. 

"Oh will you now?" Steve asks, his pinch on your clit getting harder, you yelped, your head fell backwards onto Steve's shoulder. You grinded and wiggled under Steve lost his grip on you. Smirking, you turned to face him, making sure your arse was pressed against Bucky's hard cock, he groaned into your ear and grinded softly, moving one hand to hold your hip. Your eyes met Steve's. 

"Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?"

Steve raised an eyebrow at your words, he moved one hand to hold your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. "Oh angel, you are in trouble now"

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, you kissed back moving your lips against his, biting his lower lip. He groaned into your mouth, his hand tightened on your chin before he pulled back, fixing you with a dark look. 

"You're being very naughty" He murmurs, reaching to slap the side of your arse. Bucky was watching, smirking as he litters short kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder. 

"Yeah, and?" You ask. Steve chuckles, shaking his head. 

"You really are a little brat, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy" You answer, moving slightly to press your body against Steve's, Bucky followed, pressing his against your back, leaving you sandwiched between them. Heaven, pure bliss was the only way to truly describe being squished between them both, they were so muscular, so hard and strong, their bodies alone made you wet, you wanted them so badly, but you were enjoying this little game also. You wanted to see how far you could push Steve. 

Steve watched you for a moment, and you thought maybe he was going to snap, but he didn't, he moved to press his lips to Bucky's.

Bucky let out a surprised sound, obviously not expecting the kiss, but immediately he melted into it. You watched as their lips moved perfectly together over your face, slowly, so you wouldn't disturb them you moved one hand to your nipples, tweaking them through the thin material of your nightgown, moaning softly as you watched them kiss. 

Steve groaned against Bucky's mouth, his hand sliding behind Bucky's head, gripping his hair. You loved them so much, they were perfect. So perfect. And all yours. You moved your free hand down to your pussy, sliding two fingers down your slit, spreading your lips, allowing the wetness to be all over you. You moaned softly as you dipped a finger inside, you were so tight every time, you had no idea how you fit them in so nicely every time. 

"You want it bad, don't you?" Steve asks, both men now looking down at you. You looked up at them with wide eyes, nodding. You stopped your fingers for a moment, Bucky moved his hand down over yours, cupping your pussy. 

"No babygirl, keep going, let daddy see you" He whispers, you bite your lip and nod, listening to him you start moving your fingers again, slower than before, wanting to give him a show, your eyes stayed on Bucky, they threatened to close as you made yourself feel so good. 

"Eyes on me angel, that's my good girl" Bucky whispers. You reached up closer to Steve, making it seem like you were about to kiss him, but at the last second you moved away and planted your lips onto Bucky's. 

"Naughty little thing" Steve mutters, his hand moves down, he swats your fingers away from your wet core and slaps your clit, you jolt up into his touch, a small noise leaving your lips as he slaps again. 

"Think I pissed him off?" You ask Bucky quietly, your lips moved against his as you spoke. Bucky chuckled and nodded. "I think you did, doll. Think he's gonna punish you for it too"

"Punish me?" You repeat, you move your body so your naked cunt grinds against Bucky's boxers and your arse against Steve's boxers, causing them both to groan loudly, music to your ears. Steve's hands gripped at your hips, pulling you closer to his body, his lips traced your ears, licking the skin. 

"Oh, darling, you know I'm gonna punish you for teasing me, you're being such a needy little thing right now, and you need to be put in your place, don't you?"

"I'm not being naughty for Bucky" You point out, smirking up to your boyfriend. 

"You're my good girl, aren't ya doll?" Bucky asks, you nod, agreeing with him. Before you can say another word, Steve moves you as he moves himself, Bucky crawls to the end of the bed, watching you both. Steve grabs your hips and lies you over his lap, ass up, he pushes your nightgown up and off your body, finally leaving you naked, you shivered when he placed a hand softly on your arse cheek. 

"Bad girls are punished" He mutters, Steve lifts a hand and plants it down heavily on your ass, you jolt from the touch, moaning softly. 

You look over to Bucky, your eyes wide, he watched you with a smirk on his lips. 

"Be good baby, take your punishment" He whispers, Bucky reaches over touching your cheek gently, tracing his finger down to your chin. 

"Count, angel" Steve says, his voice low and dark, you nod and count as he slaps you. 

"Two!" Smack!

"Three!" Smack!

"You look so pretty darling, so fucking pretty for us" Bucky whispers, you open your eyes to look at him, your mouth watered when you saw he had taken his boxers off, his hard cock was in his metal hand and he stroked it whilst looking at you. 

"Don't look at him" Steve orders. "You don't get to look at him when I'm punishing you"

You whined, looking back to meet Steve's gaze, his gaze was hard as he looks down at you, he smacks your red cheeks once more and moves you, planting you on the bed, lying on your stomach. 

Steve moves on the bed, moving between your legs behind you, with his large hands he harshly opens your legs, pushing your arse up, so you were presented to him. His hand smacks up against your pussy, causing a wet sound to echo through the room, your legs wobbled as he spanked your pussy again. 

"Stevie!" You whined as he pushed two fingers into your hole, you were so wet, so needy for them, it only hurt the tiniest amount, you tightened around him, wanting to feel more, you wanted, no needed, the stretch of his cock, and Bucky's deep inside of you. 

Steve stopped his movements, keeping his two fingers deep inside you, his free hand moved to grab your hair, pulling you back slightly, as your back arched you whined softly. 

"You're so fucking hot like this" Steve mutters, you gasped as his fingers started moving again, he fucked your hole with them, you were dripping wet, dripping down his fingers. "My filthy slut, aren't you?"

Your mouth hung open as you feel the coil in your stomach, the warmth started to spread throughout your body, and then it stopped, you whined loudly, turning slightly to look back at Steve, his hand still had a fistful of your hair, causing it to hurt as you looked to him. 

"You didn't answer daddy, angel" He says with a smirk, his usual blue eyes dark with lust. 

"I'm sorry daddy, please, let me come, please" You begged, you moved your hips trying to fuck yourself on his stilled fingers. 

"Aw come on Stevie, look at her, let her come" Bucky suggests. 

"You hear that angel? Bucky thinks I should let you come, but I don't think you've deserved it, I want you to work for it" Steve says, he adds a third finger into your tight hole but doesn't move them. "Fuck yourself on my fingers"

You whined but listened, you rested both of your arms on the bed, and laid your head to the side, getting a perfect view of Bucky fisted his cock watch both you and Steve. You moved your hips, shuffling your knees open as you backed yourself onto Steve's fingers. It felt amazing, his hands were large already, so having three of his fingers inside of your tight hole felt heavenly. You moaned softly, keeping your eyes on Bucky as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your edge. 

"Ask me" Steve says darkly. "Ask me or I'll stop, and you won't get to come all night"

"Ah Steve, don't be mean" Bucky says quietly. 

"You want the same treatment Bucks?" Steve asked, you could hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke. Bucky said nothing further. 

"Daddy, please, can I come?" You ask, your voice breaking as you move your hips faster. 

"See, you can be good" Steve murmurs, he swats your ass again, the feeling stinging a little, and then finally he moves two fingers to press down on your clit, you let out a scream as his fingers fuck you and press down on your clit, you feel your body explode with feeling as you reach your high, coming hard all over his fingers, you closed your eyes, feeling your vision go funny for a moment, like all the stress from your mission leaving your body all at once as you soak Steve's fingers. 

"That's my good girl, that's it, ride daddy's fingers" Steve mutters, his fingers slowing down on your sensitive nerves. 

"Fuck, Stevie. I'm so close, let me have her?" Bucky says, his voice breaking off into a whimper. You flop down on the bed, your legs giving out from the pleasure. You watched as Bucky moved closer to you, lying on his back, Steve must of answered him, you must of missed it. 

"Come here, my darling" Bucky whispers, you move your body, feeling heavy as you climb onto his body, Bucky helps you, guiding you by your hips. "Gonna fuck you nice and good, my sweet girl"

"Yes...oh please, daddy"

Bucky holds his cock with one hand and lifts your hips with his other, he presses the head to your clit, rubbing you for a few moments, you shiver and rut your hips against him, he smirked up at you and slips the head of his cock between your folds until finally he presses against your willing hole. You whimpered pathetically and moved your hips to sink down completely onto him. 

"Fuck" He mutters breathlessly, you move your hands onto his chest, holding yourself up as you lift your hips up and back down, feeling the full stretch of his large cock within you, Bucky was the thicker one out of him and Steve, and you loved it, loved being full of him. 

"Bucky, yes...oh.." You stuttered, his hand held your hip, helping you lift up and down. 

"That's my girl, so good for me"

"You two look so perfect" Steve adds, you turn to face him, seeing him naked now as he fucks his hand. 

"Why don't you join us?" You ask, biting your lip. 

"Don't mind if I do, you've got Bucky fucking you so nicely" Steve says, he moves to kneel in between Bucky's legs, both his hands grab your arse, squeezing you in his large hands. "Is he making you feel loved baby?" 

You nod, leaning your head back to rest on Steve's chest. "So loved!" You call out as Bucky speeds up, his motions still passionate and loving. 

Steve grabbed his cock and pushed it down to press against Bucky's cock, the three of you moaned loudly. 

"Please Stevie, I can take it!" You plead, needing to feel them both. Steve chuckled darkly and pushed against Bucky's cock, time slowed down for a moment, no longer was he worried about punishing you, he needed to be careful, he'd never forgive himself if he hurt you or Bucky. You yelped in deep pleasure when the head of Steve's cock pushed into your hole, it was a tight fit, but you were so wet, and ready for him, your pussy sucked him in, needing him more. 

"Fuck, lean forward baby" Steve mutters, pushing against your back, you lean forward, letting your breasts press down against Bucky's toned chest. Both his hands, metal and flesh moved to grasp your shoulders. 

"That's my girl, so lovely when she's being good for her boys" Steve says, he grips onto the flesh of you hips as his other hand holds his cock, pushing deeper into you, both his and Bucky's cocks were squished together, and the three of you were moaning messes. 

Steve moved slowly, he didn't want to hurt either of you, and it wasn't like he was in a rush, Bucky however sounded like he was close, he was panting in your ear and his fingers dug into the flesh of your shoulders. 

With one last push Steve was fully in you, both his and Bucky's cock's stretched you, the burn between your legs was a good one. You didn't often take them both in one hole at once, but when you did, you felt it for days after, you loved it, you had never felt so full. 

"You're so good darling, so good for daddy" Bucky coos, whispering in your ear, kissing the side of your face in between words. 

"Good" Steve starts, thrusting half out of you and then back in with each word. "Fucking. Slut."

You mewed, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you moved, letting your forehead fall to Bucky's shoulder, your mouth hung open as noises of pleasure left your lips. 

"That's it baby, like this don't ya?" Steve taunts you. "Not sated with one cock, you need two, don't ya baby?" 

You whine, feeling your legs shake as you feel yourself come, the liquid leaving your opened hole, drenching both their cocks, they groaned in unison, four hands were on your body, gripping you, grabbing you, Bucky and Steve were feral for you. 

"Stevie" Bucky whines, grabbing Steve's hand and holding it against your body, Bucky shuddered and emptied inside of you, coating your inner walls and Steve's cock in his cum, you kissed Bucky's neck softly. 

"That's it, come baby" You whisper. Steve's movements sped up, he thrusted his cock deep inside of you, his groans were getting louder.

"Like that??" Steve asks, his grip on your hips getting harder. "Gonna fill you up, dirty slut, fill you with my come, fuck...you've Bucky's come too, fucking dirty girl, gonna fill you up" 

You smirked lazily, Steve always got rambling before he came, moments later you clenched around his cock, feeling yourself come as his cock empties inside of you. 

The three of you stay still for a moment, panting, your breath heavy and broken. 

"I didn't go to mean, did I?" Steve whispers, his body moved, pressing against your back for a moment as he pressed a kiss to your upper spine, he peppered kisses as he travelled down. 

"Oh, it was perfect" You answer, a goofy smile on your lips, Bucky grinned as he looked at your face. 

"She's cock drunk, Stevie"

"Of course she is, that's why she's our good girl" 

You clench your pussy, causing them to groan, both of them move, taking their cocks from you, leaving you completely empty. Steve climbed off the bed first, going to the bathroom to get a wet cloth, he throws it to Bucky and then disappears again. 

Bucky moves you to lie down, he washes your body first and then his own, kissing you lazily every so often. Steve finally returns with three bottles of water, and three small chocolate bars. 

"Fuel and then sleep, okay?" He says, using his Captain America voice. The three of you wrap blankets around your bodies and sit together, drinking the water and eating the chocolate. You smiled as you watched them, you felt incredibly lucky. You finished the chocolate bar and yawned softly, snuggling back into the bed, the boys copied, snuggling close to your sides. 

"Love you darling" Bucky whispers, he presses a light kiss to your forehead. 

"Mmm love you" Steve mumbles, his nose pressed to your shoulder as he starts to fall asleep. You close your eyes with a light smile on your lips. 

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[thethronezone]

High Consort to the Emperor

There's not enough Emperor x Reader content *rolls up my sleeves* Guess I have to do it myself.

First of all, I think the only way he would get into an actual, long term relationship would be if the other person were a perpetual. Like, he don't wanna invest time and effort and emotions into a person that is going to die of old age after, what, 200, 300 years? He did that shit when he was younger and that always hurt. He ain't doing that again.

Even if you are a perpetual though that's lived for thousands of years he's always going to act slightly patronizing towards you. He always thinks that he knows best and any arguments you have is simply seen as a tantrum on your end. He'll just wait until you've calmed down and come to your senses.

Partner is given the title of High Consort. Very neat title, all the benefits and you probably don't have to do any actual work. Maybe act nice and polite in front of high ranking officials but that's it. Of course, if you want to work then Big E ain't gonna stop you. In fact, he'll be happy that you're so invested in the Imperium! Here's some paperwork and administrative duties to keep you busy. Yeah, he mostly sees this as a way to keep you entertained and feeling useful.

You'll have anything you could ever think of. Any food, any clothing, any luxury. The Emperor says he doesn't like to spoil you but after returning from a long mission or whatever, he will always bring you something. Mostly just so he can show off and impress you. The man has a massive ego, what did you expect? For a guy that refuses to be called a god, he sure loves it when you worship him.

Rarely calls you your actual name, at least in public. Calls you a mixture of "Consort", "my Consort", and if he's feeling playful/flirty, "my star". Only really calls you your name behind closed doors, when it's just the two of you (plus any Custodian that might be there, he don't give a fuck).

Matching outfits! At least, you're matching him. Always some kind of gold in your outfits, be it golden threads or gold jewelry. Of course you also wear a laurel.

Likes having you by his side but can go for longer periods without your company, simply because he knows he will eventually see you and catch up. And by 'longer periods' I mean months, years, DECADES. He's a busy man, alright? Always acts like it's been no time at all since he last saw you when you finally reunite. After all, what is time for a man that is immortal and has lived for tens of thousands of years?

You have your own Custodi bodyguard that follows you everywhere. They were not chosen just for their skill but also because the actually know how to hold a conversation like a normal person. Are they still a brainwashed superhuman with unquestionable loyalty to the Emperor? Sure, but when you ask them how they are feeling they don't automatically go "Feelings are irrelevant, only service to the Emperor of Mankind matters" like majority of the Custodes do.

The Emperor prefers it when you stay in the Imperial Palace. Does he stop or forbid you from leaving? No, you're a grown person, you can make your own decisions. WILL have you followed however. Not because he doesn't trust you but he's got so many enemies that it would be stupid to assume no one would target you in order to get to him.

Malcador the Bestie! Will listen to you vent about your love life and then give you some solid advice. Is the advice slightly biased because he wants you to get along with the Emperor (which has proven to increase the man's effectiveness and willingness to collaborate by a staggering 1.4%)? Maybe, but it's still solid advice! Also brings you the best gossip.

[saphronethaleph]

“I never wanted you dead,” Sheev said, smiling in a grandfatherly sort of way, which he was terrible at. “I wanted you here… Empress Palpatine.”

He gestured. “You will take the throne. It is your birthright to rule here. It is in your blood. Our blood.”

“I haven’t come to lead the Sith,” Rey replied, then there was a loud doom doom doom sound of someone knocking on a door.

“Who is that?” Palpatine asked.

Then Luke Skywalker entered the room, limned with blue light.

So did his father, Anakin Skywalker, and Leia Organa Solo. And Yoda, hovering along on a spectral hoverchair, and Qui-Gon Jinn, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Count Dooku.

“...um,” Rey began. “Master…s?”

“Rey,” Luke replied, with a nod. “You were right, by the way.”

“What is this?” Palpatine asked, his voice hushed and touched with fear. “What are you doing?”

“You never heard the story of Master Qui-Gon the Insightful?” Anakin asked.

“I’m insightful?” Qui-Gon said, sounding pleased.

“You are certainly something,” Dooku said, as Yoda chuckled.

Palpatine looked like he might be about to have an aneurysm.

“It’s not a story the Sith would have told you,” Anakin went on, with a terrible glee in his tone. “You see, the Light Side is a path to many abilities some would consider to be… supernatural.”

“Got that out of your system?” Obi-Wan asked.

“For now,” Anakin shrugged.

“What-” Palpatine sputtered. “What are you – this isn’t possible! You are dead! It is the Sith who can defy death!”

“The evidence suggests otherwise,” Leia smiled, then cleared her throat. “Sheev Palpatine. We are formally accusing you of-”

“Um,” Rey said, a bit hesitantly. “Sorry to interrupt… I recognize most of you as Jedi, but what is Count Dooku doing here?”

“Probation,” Yoda stated. “Very nicely, he has asked.”

“We are formally,” Leia stressed, “accusing you of, among other assorted crimes, thirty-seven thousand, eight hundred and twenty-seven counts of murder by use of a blunt instrument – to whit, a Clone Army – counting only those who were members of the Jedi Order in good standing at the time of their respective deaths, though we acknowledge that the number murdered on your orders is beyond easy counting. You are accused of treason in times of war and peace alike, of enforced disappearances, of enslavement, of wilful torture, of assorted Crimes Against Sapience, and of Consorting With Ye Powers Of Darknesse, which to my surprise was still on the books of the Old Republic.”

“There are, as the Princess says, many other crimes,” Dooku added. “But we believe those should be enough to be getting on with. For a start.”

Palpatine stared, then laughed.

“You – you are trying me?” he asked. “In what court? By what authority? I am authority! I reject your powerless, toothless threats! I am above punishment!”

“I think we’ll consider that a plea of ‘guilty’, then,” Obi-Wan said. “Wouldn’t you say?”

“That sounds reasonable enough to me,” Qui-Gon agreed. “All right. Grandmaster, if you would do the honours?”

Yoda raised his gimmer stick, and a bolt of lightning hit Palpatine on the head.

The Sith half-stood half-fell out of his chair, trying to hide behind it, then scowled at his own reaction and shot lightning at one of the Force Ghosts.

It passed right through Leia without doing anything at all.

Rey raised her hand.

“Am I still needed here?” she asked.

“You know, I think we can handle this ourselves?” Count Dooku said, courteously, then turned to Palpatine. “Know this, Sidious. You destroyed the Jedi Order, and now the Order will destroy you. If you return, you will be destroyed again. And again. Forty thousand angry ghosts cry out for vengeance.”

Qui-Gon coughed.

“Terminology, Master,” he said.

“Forty thousand annoyed ghosts seek justice,” Count Dooku corrected, as more Force Ghosts began to enter the chamber – walking through the walls in ranks, their ghostly lightsabers held high. “Is that better?”

“It’ll do,” Obi-Wan decided. “We appreciate you making the effort.”

Palpatine did not appreciate him making the effort.

[yuesya]

Aoqing hums lightly as he strides forward, along the seastone-lined paths of the palace courtyard. The form of a human is still something that he is quite unused to, a cumbersome shape that sorely lacks the elegance and fluidity of his original body. But that would be precisely why he requires practice, wouldn’t it?

Being able to take on a human shape is both a sign of skill and a mark of accomplishment among illuminated beasts. The jiao reign as the most powerful of sea-kin, their status unshakable ever since one of their own had ascended to godhood, and Aoqing is their prince. Attaining a human form at an age so young is only to be expected of him, for he is the son of their god, the Lord of the Vortex’s chosen heir.

Excellence is his birthright, written in the blood that flows through his veins. Aoqing will not suffer the ignominy of being a shame and a disgrace to his blood.

“Prince Ao! There you are!”

Aoqing pauses, and turns. A friendly smile curves over his lips; this human way of expressing emotions is something that Aoqing is making an effort to familiarize himself with as well.

“Mingtao,” he says pleasantly. “What a coincidence, running into you here. You are on your way to my lord-father’s court as well?”

Mingtao is a high-ranked jiao, and one of Aoqing’s similarly-aged companions. Prone to being a little simpleminded and inconsiderate at times, but that’s fine. That just makes it easier to direct him towards whichever direction Aoqing happens to find more amusing.

“Of course! I’m going to be in attendance with my father –I just saw you over here, and figured I’d come and say hi.” Mingtao steps closer, squinting. “Wow, your human shape is really good, Prince Ao.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Aoqing had worked hard on this, and it’s nice to have his efforts acknowledged and validated by others. Even if it’s coming from someone clumsy and bumbling like Mingtao, whose human transformation lands solidly on the inhuman side of things. There are only two aspects of Mingtao’s current appearance that actually look human: His relative size, and the pair of human arms and legs sticking out from his sides at mismatched levels.

Aoqing widens his smile. “Your human shape is quite good as well.”

“Eh, you think so?” Mingtao brightens, then droops. “My dad doesn’t think so, though. Ugh, I really hope he lets me come up with him to the surface soon –but he won’t let me, not until I’ve at least nailed this ‘human shape’ thing!”

It’s good to see that despite being a doting father, General Minghui isn’t so lax as to bring his son to the surface when he is not yet ready. Especially when Mingtao’s appearance is one that would no doubt cause humans to immediately scatter in terror upon sight, weak and feeble-minded little things that they are.

Aoqing, on the other hand, is quite confident that his own human form will finally meet his father’s criteria. Perhaps now his father will finally acknowledge Aoqing’s abilities and see him as worthy of–

–oh?

There is a small clamor off to their left, and Aoqing glances over in the corresponding direction of the sudden commotion.

More than one individual has paused, or at least slowed their footsteps, either discreetly or obviously observing the new arrival in their midst. An individual who wears the form of a young adolescent human girl, with long white hair flowing out behind her and eerie blue eyes that no actual human would ever mistake for being natural.

So his elder sister has been summoned as well, hmm?

It’s rare to see her outside of the barren territory that Aoqing’s lord-father had granted unto her. A pitiful thing that isn’t even a proper seaborn, an aberrant mix of jiao and fox. It must be a sense of shame and acute self-awareness that sees her living quietly with her head lowered.

She should be grateful for the power of their father’s blood, of the talent in her blood that had allowed her to attain a human form around the same time as Aoqing did, even as halved as it was. Unlike her true form, her human form is not so off-putting and repulsive; in fact, the opposite is true.

Aoqing admits that his sister’s human face is pretty. When she grows older, he has no doubt that the descriptor would change into attractive or alluring. She is, after all, a fox’s daughter. A born seductress. But time would tell if she–

“Oh, who’s that?” Mingtao cranes his neck, eyes wide and appreciative. “Hey, hey, do you know her, Prince Ao? … Do you think I have a chance with her? My dad’s been talking about betrothals and everything recently, and if I can’t get out of an arrangement I at least want it to be someone pretty to look at –urk.”

Still smiling, Aoqing steps closer to Mingtao. The other boy stares back at Aoqing in confusion, human hands clumsily pushing at Aoqing’s own… which are closed around Mingtao’s neck in a deathly grip.

“M-my prince…?”

Aoqing calmly continues choking Mingtao for a moment longer, to ensure that the idiot will remember this, then finally releases him.

“Done with your nonsense ramblings?” Aoqing slowly retracts his human hand. “That’s the fox-daughter. Are you sure that you really want to marry that?”

Mingtao’s eyes widen like a startled goldfish, and his jaw hangs open in shock. “That’s her?!”

“It is,” Aoqing nods. “Don’t let yourself be fooled so easily, Mingtao. She’s a fox; is it really so surprising that her human skin is pretty?”

“I guess not,” Mingtao sags. “I was tricked, I didn’t even realize… thanks for warning me, Prince Ao.”

“Of course. You’re very welcome, my dear friend.”

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

begging BEGGING for more nick valentine hcs,,, i think about shotgunning a cigarette with him all the time LORD

I'm surprised it's taken this long for someone to ask for more Nick stuff. If you ask me, he's a solid #2 if you're ranking all of the FO4 companions. Thank god the game runs on my okay quality laptop so I can mod in the romance for him...I dunno how you console players survive. I spend the entire game dragging Nick and John back and forth with me while I decorate settlements and pick flowers. Oh, and fucking them both, of course.

Part 1

Nick Valentine (Fallout 4) NSFW Headcanons 2

Nick's actually quite filthy minded, but you wouldn't know it unless the two of you got especially close, because he's also a polite and decent man who understands that there's a time and a place for all that. He also knows that you have to have the right connection with someone to show that side of yourself, and that knowledge combined with the kind of world (as well as the kind of body) he lives in keeps him from being too open about it unless things feel right. He worries about being rejected outright as someone who could engage in that kind of thing purely because sex with him isn't traditional due to his physical limitations.

Really, really into spanking, but the conditions have gotta be pretty favorable for him to admit it. Getting him to actually spank you is an entirely different ballgame. Really worries about accidentally physically harming you when you two get a little rough, especially with the exposed metal skeleton of his de-gloved hand. Doesn't stop him from thinking about how much he'd like to put you over his lap or make you bend over his desk whenever you're a little too much of a brat, though.

Speaking of which: major brat tamer. Unlike someone like, say, Cooper Howard (brat taming ask coming soon), whose brat taming instinct comes from a desire to be in charge, to be taken seriously, Nick's comes almost entirely from his sense of justice. If you misbehave, he'll put you in your place. There are rules, and those rules should be followed. If you don't want to play nicely or correctly, that's your choice to make, but there will also be consequences for those choices. He's never cruel, but he's very straightforward. There's no sweet-talking, arguing, or bargaining your way out of what's coming with Nick unless you're willing to flat-out safeword. Either admit you can't handle it or take what's coming.

Leg and ass man. Pre-war Detective Nick Valentine was a massive sucker for a nice pair of gams, especially when paired with a short skirt and some heels. Will give you as many (very careful) leg massages as you'll allow him to. Spends a lot of time fantasizing about those legs wrapped around his waist, his head. Resting on his shoulders while he drags his lips along the soft skin.

He's a munch, but will have to use lots of lube for the experience to be comfortable for you. He doesn't produce saliva, obviously, and the friction from his silicone tongue and lips can really start to get to you after a while. Like stopping to put on a condom, it can be tough and mood-pausing for him to force himself to pull away and properly do things, but it's worth it for you to get more pleasure out of it.

Nick doesn't have a penis, but he's more than fine with helping to figure out how to satisfy you if you still really need proper penetration to get off. As I've discussed before, sex toys are rare in the Post-War world, but not impossible to get your hands on. He calls them "marital aids" like the incredibly old man he is, mostly as a way to tease you. However, if you guys can't find a more traditional dildo, he's happy to improvise with whatever's around and body safe...

I'm glad you brought up shotgunning, because he actually really enjoys it (as do I; it's a guilty pleasure of mine and I have to actively restrain myself from doing a shotgunning scene with every character ever). He knows what a waste him smoking really is, when he doesn't get any real buzz from the nicotine, so he likes basically functioning as a pipe you've gotta kiss. Definitely one of his preferred non-sexually intimate activities that can turn sexy.

[oreo-creampies]

Can you rank the jjk men based off of which academic rivals would be the meanest? -🐦‍⬛

Sukuna how does he even get good grades? He is just naturally smart and calculating so school comes way to easy to him. Because he’s just that guy so he never studies. He hates that you get better grades than him. And will taunt you about having to study to get those grades. You point out maybe if he study he would be number one. That when the urge to fuck you hits he wants to choke you till you’re about to pass out see if you can give him attitude then. (He wants to pin you to his bed at his nearby apartment. Ain’t no way he is playing nice in a dorm, his family has blood money in this au so he is a rich asshole.) Man is toxic and will flirt in middle of arguing you he likes how he throws you off. You flirting with him back rarely he hates how he makes his cock hard no matter how many times he jerks off. Or even if he fucks someone else he is thinking about what you said and boom hard again. He looses it when you step on his cock at one point during at a party. He hates how he loves it so he bites your calf in front of every one then he dragged you upstairs

Toji smarter that you’d assume based off him coming in late and his seemingly uncaring attuide. But the man is smart and you never thought you see him study. He somehow got a dorm room to himself, so he holes up and studies in there. (It’s his heaven getting away from his shitty ass abusive family. Sneaks you in and you see his large ass hutch over a book, notebook and papers he makes looks small.) He felt like being top of the class was the only good thing he had going for him in his shitty life. Till you come along transfer in and take the top of the class. Eventually y’all have to work on a project together. It makes him realize he doesn’t really hate you when he gets to know you. But he fuck ya like he doesn’t fuck like doesn’t. Toji makes that well known with how hard he smacks your ass with a belt. He hates your wet tight cunt gripping his cock and taking his cum. He hates how you want to argue in the middle of sex so he has to stuff your mouth or kiss you. You point out he could fuck someone else but why would he do that. Man just hates that he wants to get close and vulnerable with someone. How dare he crave intimacy!!! But during the moments when y’all aren’t throwing jabs and it feels like you are kind of living at his dorm for the large project. He hates how he loves that you could easily handle him at his grouchiest and then give it back then have angry sex with him. Maybe if he stays prickly he can keep this from forming into a relationship and it can stay what it is.

Satoru and Suguru (tied) both are smart and study together. Suguru studies more than Satoru and makes slightly higher grades. But they would be equally mean and are liking to double team after a group study session since they spend so much time together and most women wanna fuck them both exploring with threesomes during collage comes naturally. But the time they get to both ‘hating’ you they both agree hate fucking is the way to go. They’ve talked about it while half drunk thinking if they replace the stick up your ass with a cock maybe you’ll relax a little. They don’t go full hearted into the hating part as much as you do. Though they do get snappy with a smile. Suguru and Satoru believe you hate them cause how much you want them, and how cocky they are about it. And you prove them right, so they gloat about it while double teaming you. You go back to ‘hating’ them the next day but they see it as flirting now and enjoy fucking the feisty attitude outta ya

[troius]

Hey, you know who's not being a jerk though? Soi Fon! It's a remarkable development, her giving credit to others and supporting her lieutenant. So much so that Renji (again somewhat rudely...she's right there) points it out.

Rukia's reaction is kind of hilarious though. Like, we know Soi Fon has not always been nice. So has Rukia just not been paying attention? Even assuming she never ran into her as a member of the Squad 13 rank-and-file, she still had three years of being a lieutenant, where she'd presumable get the gossip on her.

Which I suppose means that Soi Fon has been personally nice enough to Rukia to make up for that. Here are my theories as to how that could have happened:

Rukia and Soi Fon get along at Shinigami Women's Association meetings. They are both all about business and getting things done, except when each has the chance to indulge in a passion for their favorite animal character. Somehow this has led to amiability rather than rivalry.

Rukia and Soi Fon get along socially at nobility functions. Rukia is a rukon orphan who was adopted into the Kuchiki household somewhat scandalously, while Soi Fon is from a servant clan to the Shihoin but has taken on some of the traditional Shihoin positions because of the youth of the current clan head. Both of them are invited to all the fancy dinners, neither of them is a hot commodity at these dinners because they have a limited capability to confer status on others. Perhaps they bonded there.

Soi Fon had an entirely-in-her-own-head rivalry with Byakuya when Yoruichi was mentoring both of them. When Yoruichi left Soul Society, Soi Fon at first took a bitter pleasure in her also leaving Byakuya behind, but as she became more and more resentful towards Yoruichi for leaving, she found herself relating more and more to Byakuya, and started requesting to work with Squad 6. Byakuya was oblivious to all of this, but was flattered by Soi Fon's seeming appreciation of his obvious talents and impressed by her competence and professionalism. He has expressed to Rukia that Captain Fon is the sort of officer the Court Guards could use more of, which Rukia recognizes is the closest her brother comes to expressing fondness for his co-workers.

[honeipie]

the perfect present

izuku midoryia x fem!reader

synopsis: izuku midoryia. the number one hero, and your husband. his birthday is coming up and you have to find a present that suits him.

animated banners from @cafekitsune

w/c: 2.0k

“we all know that our favorite hero's birthday is swiftly approaching! so we’re all itching to know.. what are you getting your husband? i’m sure everyone is wondering how you deal with getting him a birthday present. i mean, the man can quite literally have anything he wants. people either give it to him or he can buy it with all the money he has from being a pro!"

it was your fault for thinking you could just go get a coffee in peace. especially around this time of year. ever since izuku had become number one people are starting to see izuku's birthday as a small holiday. they would have a small parade for him whether he decided to attend or not. though every year he did post out his humble thanks on social media.

you got into your car quickly shutting the door in the paparazzi's face. it wasn't the first time that this was being brought to your attention. from the first time izuku hit the ranks people have sent him elaborate gifts. from friends, family, and fans (lots and lots of fans) it stretched out from small handmade gifts to free week long vacations at the resort of his choosing. so yeah, there was a bit of pressure when giving him gifts. he'd always reassure you though that gifts from you were hands down his favorite.

though this year you wanted him to actually mean it. because last year you were sure that whoever gave him that extremely rare, limited addition all might figure beat you by a long shot. given it's displayed in his home office right next to your wedding picture.

it had taken you a while to really figure out what would mean the most to him in a gift, but you had finally figured it out. the only hard part was putting it all together in the short period of time.

---

"hm" izuku hummed rubbing his hands up and down your sides. a cheap paper birthday hat sitting crooked on his head "when can i open your gift?" he mumbled looking up at you. it was clear that he was slightly tipsy from the way his cheeks were dusted pink, and the fact that you had just told him the answer. you gently placed one hand on his cheek leaning in to give his nose a kiss.

"i told you baby. when they're finished outside" you smiled at his small pout and weak attempt to pull you in closer. you all had decided that it would be nice to have a get together centered around him. since it was just old friends, none of them cared about the proximity of you both.

five minutes had passed before the guys came in giving you a thumbs up.

"it's all set!" kirishima wrapped his arms around katsuki and kaminari who nodded in agreement.

"you sure you don't need help cleaning up y/n? we can stay" ochako offered already throwing things away along with the help of iida. you shook your head getting up from izuku's lap.

"no it's fine! you've already helped so much already" you said your goodbyes along with coaxing izuku to do the same. once they were all gone you shut the door and immediately felt a looming presence behind you. izuku wrapped his arms around your waist with a goofy smile.

"is it a sexy surprise? is that why they had to leave?" his hands roamed lower making you yelp with a giggle.

"izuku, no! it's not that kind of surprise" you turned and pulled away making him frown "but maybe you'll get that later. now c'mere" you grabbed his hand pulling him outside. he trailed behind you with curious eyes. though curiosity turned into confusion as he noticed what they had set up. it was an inflatable movie screen with a projector in front of it.

you guided him towards one of the couched you had in your backyard "take a seat and i'll explain" he nodded going to sit down as you brought the projector back then placed the computer in his lap "okay, so this is my gift to you. it's kind of like a little trivia game and you get rewards if you know that right answer. all of the answers will be numbers and when you get the number you click on the file that matches" you pointed to the computer full of files with different numbers. he noticed the piece of paper you were holding and decided to take a peek "so this is your first little question. how many students were there in class 1-A?"

"twenty" he said with no hesitation and went to find the file on the computer. a smile found its way onto his lips when he found it, but before he could click it, he noticed the weight shift on the couch. you were leaving. his hand instinctively went to grab yours "where are you going?"

you placed your hand over his "izuku this present is just for you. i promised i wouldn't look and you'll see why" you leaned in to place one last kiss on his cheek before walking back into the house to clean up. he watched as you walked inside but turned back to the computer. if this was how you wanted it to go then so be it. he clicked on the file which made the computer screen go dark.

"what the.." he mumbled trying to see if he broke it somehow, but his attention was quickly redirected when a video popped up on the inflatable screen and started to play.

familiar faces popped up on the screen with smiles as they waited for ochako to set the camera up just right.

“it’s perfect like that!”

“just make sure it doesn’t fall!”

“okay! okay!” she carefully stepped back into the group with a smile "three.. two.. one.."

"happy birthday deku!" his old class yelled in unison, ringing out against the cool night air. his breath caught in his throat as he looked around at the people he once went to school with and was now fighting alongside in the real world.

well, almost everyone.

"we just wanted to let you know how much we love and appreciate you!"

"you've done something special for every single one of us man. we wouldn't be the heroes we are today without you! stay manly!"

"agreed, thank you for everything you have done midoryia. we owe you" iida nodded firmly giving him a thumbs up. each one of them making sure to give their love before ochako grabbed the camera bringing it closer.

"we love you!" they all shouted before the video shut off.

crickets replaced the sound of their voices. he could feel the slight sting in his eyes which was an all too familiar feeling for him. his hand was quick to wipe them away before looking down at the next card.

how many kids have you saved?

how many people do you protect in japan every day?

what was your childhood apartment's number?

all might was which wielder for one for all?

each video held people that he cared about. all of them expressing their love for the green haired hero. the more files he opened, the closer he was to crying. though he wouldn't let himself, not yet. there were still two more that he needed to open.

how old were you when you met kacchan?

the mouse hovered under the 'five' file. he had forgiven him a long time ago, hell, he didn't even know if he was mad at him in the first place. it was only during the war where he expressed any type of emotion about their relationship.

a deep breath left his lips as he clicked on the file.

katsuki's face showed up on the screen looking softer than usual "this fuckin' thing.." he mumbled going to make sure it was recording "alright.. if you're watching this then it means it's your birthday, so happy birthday deku" he sighed scratching his head "when your wife asked me to do this i'm not going to lie i thought it was dumb way to stroke your ego, so i said no. but then i thought about it some more and realized that i'm the one with an ego not you. you've always been humble even after you were given the most powerful quirk on earth to date" katsuki shrugged as if they talked like this all the time "as much as i hate to say it, you've taught me things. whether i was willing to learn or not. if i were to say i am the hero i am today because of only myself that would be a lie. you helped show me what a genuine hero is.. so thanks you idiot" katsuki went to turn the camera off but then another video was clipped at the end "and if you tell anybody i said this to you i'll blow your damned brains out you got that you nerd!-" the video then stopped abruptly cutting off the number two hero.

hot tears ran down the man's freckled cheeks as the clip closed out. it had taken years of hard work, but it felt like there was something inside him that finally healed. izuku sniffled taking one of the tissues from the side table which you had left out for him. always so thoughtful.

after taking a moment to gather himself once more, he picked up the very last card.

how many carats is your wife's ring? (which you did an amzing job picking by the way)

he chuckled at your little note beside it before clicking on the very last file. your face popped up on the screen with your bright smile right in the camera.

"oh! sorry if there's anything in my nose. i didn't check before this started" he laughed watching as you went to back up. you sat down on the couch of your shared living room. he couldn't help but admire you sitting there. he remembers when the two of you first bought the house. going from store to store to pick out the most perfect decorations that would satisfy both of your tastes. even though he said he was happy with whatever you loved.

"hi my love, and happy birthday. i hope you liked this little gift i put together for you. i know it's not some impromptu vacation, but i hope you enjoyed it at least a little bit. i guess my video is just going to be a repeat of what you already know. just that i love you and i am so so proud of you not only as a hero but as a person. i know how hard it is for you to ask for help sometimes, so just the fact that you feel comfortable with me is enough. you've come so far from all that you've endured in high school til now. i hope you had an amazing birthday izuku midoryia. i love you!" you blew a kiss to the camera before going to shut it off.

izuku let out a shutter of a laugh, that quickly turned into a cry. though these weren't tears of sadness, but the absolute opposite. he stood up and made his way back into the house. you had just finished wiping down the dining room table and felt him before you saw him. two big arms wrapped around your torso. a rather familiar feeling that you hoped you would never forget. you should feel a slight shake to his body which had you turning around.

tears could be seen streaming down the man's face but he didn't have an ounce of shame. you grabbed the bottom of your shirt going to wipe them off but he didn't give you a chance. his arms pulled you into a tight hug. one hand resting on the middle of your back the other on the back of your head. you wrapped your arms around him head laying on his chest.

and the two of you stood there. izuku's quiet cries being the only noise that filled your living room.

he needed this.

you didn't know how long it had been before he spoke up, but it really didn't matter.

"thank you.." he whispered out giving you one last squeeze. you pulled away ignoring the newfound wetness on your sleeve.

"of course izu. happy birthday"